Weekly Flylady Thread 22th December 2008

sexymouse

I think I'm going to head for bed now too - if I'm up early enough tomorrow I may make the mincepies before we go to BIL's for lunch (or at least make the pastry). If not, I'll make them when we get home if I have the energy. Bought croissants for breakfast - think it was rach that gave me that idea last Christmas when we all discussed what we like to eat on Christmas Day breakfast.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a goodnight!

sexymouse xx

Lady-Liberty

Pigpen love the nails

Mudbath glad you enjoyed your trip out, no idea about spotty puppy & hormones though hope she is ok

Jayjay hope the migraine has improved

Pink thanks for the lovely poem...puts things into perspective

I am organised for tomorrow...so thanks for the lists Pigpen xx


Merry Christmas to all my lovely flylady/gent friends.....thanks for being there :A

love to you all LL xx

soappie

Pink_Fairy wrote: »

So glad about that! :rotfl:

Soappie - I think I really just don't feel like it, although I might feel like going along in the morning .

Then maybe the soak in the bath is the right thing for you to do tonight - go wallow and relax and enjoy - you've had a tough time recently.

xx

Mudbath

soappie wrote: »

:rotfl::rotfl::rotfl::rotfl:THAT is the funniest thing I've read all year! Mudders, you've made my day :rotfl::rotfl::rotfl::rotfl:

I think i've made the vets day too! xxx

Pink_Fairy_2

'Twas the Night before Christmas' Poem
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"

soappie

Mudbath wrote: »

I think i've made the vets day too! xxx

I am so giggling about this one - the kids have decided I really am mad!

Mudbath

soappie wrote: »

I am so giggling about this one - the kids have decided I really am mad!

and they're wrong because.....?:rotfl: :rotfl: :rotfl: xx

Pink_Fairy_2

Instead of going for a bath, I've started watching Christmas Carols from Alder Hey!

AnW'sMum

lil_me wrote: »

AnW'sMum I couldn't resist the card I sent you just seen it and thought of you straight away!

:D:D it's great thanks The kids had a great time opening them all, they have been like giddy things all day!

Mudbath

He's in Amsterdam!!!! xx