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Help! It's Christmas....

While it may seem we have disappeared off the face of the earth, it's just Christmas.

Oh! And the Rabbit's 3rd birthday yesterday -- and 17 3-year-olds and 27 of their parents in our tiny apartment last Saturday, and deadlines, and a Holiday (can we say that anymore? Or is it now Christmas only???) party this Saturday with 61 people coming and a fridge full of cava, oh and my favorite part:

THE CITY's TRANSIT WORKERS ARE THREATENING TO STRIKE in about EIGHT HOURS! (For those not familiar with NYC's transit mess, this means no subway, no bus and probably no taxis because they will be impossible to find.)

Which means no party, and no trip to the dentist for The Rabbit (who may be losing her two front teeth from a recent fall -- another long, horrible story I will have to recount another day.)And did I mention the freezing rain scheduled to start tonight?

Ahh. How I love this time of year.

Comments

Bec said…
glad you're back - me too (although I cheated and published an old draft post to stop Kim from killing me for my blogstrike!)
Kate B. said…
MM - apologies for the fact that I haven't been around and haven't posted for ages. I still have no broadband at home following the move. It now looks like it will be sorted out in early Jan.
Have a wonderful Christmas, big love to you, the Prince and the Rabbit. YLMxxx
Manhattan Mama said…
Hey -- We're back, and with a vengeance. Let's get posting YLM. I need my community of support -- and a place to rail with my peeps around me!

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