Nana went home today, sadly. Now Mitch has to go back to wearing underwear that has been carelessly tossed into a bin instead of lovingly folded, and the kids are going to have to go back to doing all their chores because I obviously don't love them as much as Nan does.

Yesterday was our one year anniversary of living on this island. We celebrated by having a parade. What I mean is, the girls and I were in our hokey-but-adorable small town Christmas parade. We rode on the preschool "float", and when I say float, what I really mean is old flatbed trailer full of haybales. The girls had a blast pelting kids on the street with candy, especially their brothers, who were standing at the very end of the route. I forgot my friggin' tiara and my eyeballs still haven't thawed out, but it was very fun.

Also, we had our Winter Carnival at the elementary school with Santa, caroling, crafts, and a secret santa shop where kids could bring a little money and shop for gifts for family members. I was a personal shopper who helped the kids pick stuff out. Excruciating. I was near the woman who was helping Olivia and Grace do their shopping, and when she said she would take them seperately to buy gifts for each other, Olivia grabbed Grace by the back of her neck, and whisper-yelled in a low, menacing voice, "I want that fluffy kitty in the basket." I don't know where she learned to act like that.

My first thought when I woke up this morning was of moving day last year, when the movers, a particularly sadistic bunch, had packed my coffee maker in THREE DIFFERENT BOXES! Yes, I just yelled, internet, because I'm still pissed about it. I was insanely ripping boxes open at 1am because I refused to go to bed without knowing I had coffee to wake up to. Also, the espresso maker was in three different boxes. Jerks. I curse you! With the amount of Xanax I was popping that day, how on earth did they expect me to wake up without my coffee? I'm really going to try and put it behind me now, because Mitch is tired of me bitching about it every month or so. Assholes.