so yeah.

hi!!

this post is pretty much about nothing.
i mean, i could post about the boring Down Gilead Lane story I'm listening to, but i won't.
Because simply, it's boring. I'm not even sure why I'm listening to it. Because I don't even like down gilead lane. In fact, i rather detest it. So i won't even bother posting about it.

But anyways.
Back to posting about nothing.

oh yes.
Last night.

These little munchkins, out of the love of their dear hearts (or their parents hearts maybe..)
decided that they would come to our house.
So we heard a knocking on our door and there they jolly well were.




so anyways.

wow. It's almost Christmas.

Which, I'm sure you all didn't know that.
So i won't even bother to tell you that.

so really. the reason why i am posting is cause i am bored.

why am i posting?
-because i am bored.
why am i bored?
-because i am posting.
or not.
soo.... i'm just sitting here. posting. soon my little munchkins will be back from wherever they were so they can come and tear the house apart and then leave their poor overworked aunt to pick it up.
riight.

anyways.
i'm ending this post about nothing.

PS what does PS mean??

It's not just about the manger
Where the baby lay
It's not all about the angels
Who sang for him that day
It's not just about the shepherds
Or the bright and shining star
It's not all about the wisemen
Who travelled from afar
It's about the cross
It's about my sin
It's about how Jesus came to be born once
So that we could be born again
It's about the stone
That was rolled away
So that you and I could have real life someday

It's not just about the presents
Underneath the tree
It's not all about the feeling

That the season brings to me
It's not just about coming home
To be with those you love
It's not all about the beauty
In the snow I'm dreaming of
It's about the cross

by Go Fish

Note to Self:
Next time you wake up and it is unusually dark for 7:30,

It probably isn't 7:30.

:p