Me and my parents' arthritic singing Santa, who you kind of have to molest to get his arms to move anymore. Actually, his arms never move if it's raining or very cold -- hence, my diagnosis of rheumatoid arthritis.
Things are well here in North Carolina. It was sunny and nearly 70 degrees today. 70 degrees! Jeebus. I bought some lovely D&G sunglasses that are pretty fierce, thinking I'd have to wait till May to rock them. Oh no. I wore those beasts today while cruising around town today. Amazing.
Sigh. Blogging's still slow, clearly. After several 20 page papers at the end-of-term, writing is still not my friend. My carpal tunnel needs a break!
xoxo
T
LOL - that gave me a good chuckle, Trevor. He's obviously had eyes for you for quite sometime, look at the way he's ogling you . . . and so scary at the same time too, I hope it's not a biologically correct Santa . . .