Well, well, wells, I was taggy tagged by Loz over at Ninja Towers last week, but you know,
time (and that Christmas train) is stopping for no lazy blogger is it??
So, it's my turn to put pen to paper (or tip-tap this keyboard) and drop Santa Claus a line or two.
I'm sure he'll be delighted to hear from me amidst all of his list making and checking.
What a year, hey?
I won't bore you with the details, but it has been quite the dramatic year around these parts.
The highest of highs (we shall call her MIssi) and some obligatory lows (which shall remain nameless) to keep it real.
Now Santa, please don't be disappointed in me.
I mean you absolutely no disrespect.
The very thing that I'm sure my parents would have loooooved (and just about keeled over) to hear when I was growing up has occurred this December.
I'm a little me-me-me gift stumped!!
I have me no list, old man.
It's not a typo, Santa.
A blank list. Nada. Nothing.
I have spent a few days (and quite a few "but you must want something"s from Hubby) racking this fragile little head
- and I keep coming up empty.
I guess that makes me very content... or too exhausted to contemplate the material stuff right now!
There doesn't seem to be much you can do for me this year, Big Red.
(Unless you and the elves are harbouring a magic cure for Bubby reflux and the resulting Mummy wrist issues - then I'ma on my way to the North Pole as I type.)
I have my beautiful Hubby home with us a lot more than usual in the next three weeks and that's the most valuable gift I could request right now, to be honest.
I'm sure Mrs Claus felt very similarly when she had little ones hanging out of her all day.
And now that I think of it, I guess one well placed Powerball could make that a permanent household arrangment, couldn't it?
Don't spose you get too many requests of the Lotto/Powerball variety though,do you??!!
Oh - and hey - fix that air conditioning while you're on the roof, would you?!
What's on your list?
Or do you have any suggestions for mine??