It’s the day after Christmas.
Derek is back to work. I just cleaned up the Christmas mess.
Christmas seemed pretty unChristmas-y yesterday.
It was just me and Derek.
We just hung around the house (except for a trip to Chinese dinner).
Derek worked in his shop. I ripped cds to my computer.
I’m tired. Tired from being pregnant and fat.
Tired of having numb fingers. Tired of swollen ankles.
I don’t make a very good pregnant mom-to-be. Bleh.
Anyhooo…. Now I’m just ranting, so I’ll stop and find something else to do.