Friday, December 25, 2009

I don't want to grow up.

Isn't that what Peter Pan said? Or something similar?

Anyway, it's 6:50 a.m. here in Houston, TX. No one is stirring, except for me. I am the first one awake. It really stinks to have a house full of adults who want nothing better than to sleep in. I seem to be hardwired to wake up early no matter the day so here I am, staring at the pretty tree with all the presents.

And the Miniorc just started crying. I bet he wants to open presents.

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