Dec.08.03
On Friday, C. scared me half to death by coming home much later than usual (okay it was only a half hour later, but he's really never late). When he appeared at the door, my first instinct was to be all, "I was worried SICK! Where have you been?!" but then I saw the huge bundle of flowers he was holding and I forgot about his lateness. Flowers! For no reason! They are the best kind.E. is pretty obsessed with the flowers. His favorite thing right now is for me or C. to hold him up so he can look at them on the mantle. It's a testament to how smart E. is that after showing him the flowers, all you had to do is say, "Wanna see the flowers?" and he'd go run over to them with an excited look on his little face. I keep joking that C. really bought the flowers for E. because the little guy is obviously getting even more out of them than I am.
I seem to be having another of those periods where I am doing my damndest to keep up correspondences with people and getting absolutely nothing in return. I understand that sometimes the pressure to respond to a letter or an email--even a friendly one--keeps people from doing it. I know because I am guilty of doing that exact thing. But I never realized just how hard it can be to get people to respond. I'm trying to not let it bother me, but it's starting to get under my skin.
I'm trying to make some holiday gifts, but my laziness coupled with the fact that the place I ordered some of my crafty supplies from decided to go on vacation until December 15th (what the FUCK?), is really messing with my progress.
