We are attempting assembly of all the toys that Santa is getting the credit for. And by "we" I mean my husband, obviously, is trying to get into the damn boxes and I'm sitting here laughing and blogging. We're a hell of a team.
We are about to break out the chainsaw to get into these boxes. I'm pretty sure it's easier to sneak into this country than to get a toy out of it's packaging.
Enough bitching. It's Christmas Eve. We've just finished an enormous artery clogging dinner, spent time with family, and opened some presents. Now it's quiet, the kids are in bed, and I'm