1.  Our Christmas tree is absolutely gorgeous.  And Nellie-the-coward is hardly afraid of it at all.  Well, that might be a bit strongly worded.  Let’s say, instead, that I can see a time in the not-too-distant-future when Nellie might be persuaded to join us in the living room.  Or not.  Oh well, at least the gift-wrapped presents are safe from the cowardly, paper-eatin’ dog…

2.  I have an intensive evening of knitting coming up tonight – hoping to knock out another mitten.  These are, actually, the most adorable mittens ever, and I’ll need to make another from this designer for myself as soon as xmas is over and I can relax.  (Hah.  As anyone crafty knows, the end of internally imposed deadlines isn’t cause for relaxation, but rather for an entirely new set of deadlines!  Actually, my next project is an IVF amigurumi series.  Syringes with big kyuuto eyes.  Vials holding bunches of flowers in their wee little hands.  Uteri with MIA ovaries/follicles/eggs.  Mutated, mangled sperm.  Dollar bills with wings all aflutter.  You know – fun stuff!  May become a mobile for sprog’s eventual room, I’m thinking…

3.  With so much free time at work, I’m using my time most unproductively – ie: planning what day of the week, when I’m a SAHM, I’ll clean my bathroom, bake bread, go shopping, etc.  Because, obviously, that’s something that must be figured out now.  Right now.  With charts.

4.  The dog has a squeaky toy.  This is something I resisted for over a year, but after seeing how much Mo’s puppy loved her squeaky toys, I broke down and bought Nellie a “duck” which is basically a sock-shaped swatch of fake fur equipped with a squeaker on the head end and a squeaker on the tail end.  Nellie adores this toy and right now, even as I’m typing I can hear her racing back and forth downstairs squeaking the toy madly, then pausing to try to dig through the tile in her excitement to have such a covet-worthy toy.  I love it when my dog is crazy-happy.

5.  Tomorrow is my appointment to see if I’ve, you know, fucking FINALLY managed to suppress my ever-lovin’, overly-enthusiastic, girl goods.  Because, really, I don’t think I can express how ready I am to be moving the good-goddamned-hell ON ALREADY!!!

Oh yeah.