The "spot" on my chest/belly is a pendant that says, believe it or not, "I Am a Child of God."
Yes, it is a scary picture, but I refuse to take responsibility for anyone seeing it. I have not linked to it, nor do any of my web sites link to it. It's in a miscellaneous folder that SOMEONE was browsing through.
Updates:
- no ornaments were broken from this morning's debacle
- nor has this incident prevented EITHER of the mobile daughter units from trying to play with the tree.
- I'm almost out of Popables
- I forgot to take daughter number 1 to joy school. I am now hated in the family for this.
- I did a load in the dish washer, but apparently this is not a good thing, as I was only asked what could possibly be in the dishwaher, since apparently a stack of dirty dishes in the kitchen is not a problem and I should stop being helpful.
- dauther number three thinks the Christmas tree is very interesting, and she fell asleep watching it. However, she woke something like 2 minutes before the maternal unit walked in (without my knowledge, or, for that matter, consent), so I'm in trouble for not feeding her
- incessant demands for Charlie Brown Christmas Special from daughter number one continue to be ignored. This leaves me in poor favor as well.