If Hitler was a dolphin where would the mustache go?
Right place, right time, I guess--the clay teacher at the rec center gave us Nutcracker tickets. Yippee! December is always too crammed with jolly stuff. Victoria's stage debut is this weekend, those rehearsals took a lot of time. Everyone has a party. Kung Fu party. Spanish party. Cookie party. There's even a grownup party down the street for which I have to find a babysitter. Nothing too exciting, though. I'll let you know if anything amazing comes along. Free ballet tickets, for example.