Post-Party Depression
I am always sad when the holidays end. So is Lu. She doesn't understand why the party is over. Why the presents have stopped coming. Why bedtime has been reinstated. Why we have to stop eating all those carbs (no wait, that's me).
We went to see the big Christmas tree on the last day it was up. This was Lu's reaction to leaving:
Which is pretty much how I feel about having to stop eating fudge and white flour.
We went to see the big Christmas tree on the last day it was up. This was Lu's reaction to leaving:
Which is pretty much how I feel about having to stop eating fudge and white flour.
3 Comments:
Poor baby!!!!! I'll bring her a cookie tomorrow. Te he he. Happy 2007 Lu.
Love, Granny
HAHAHAHAHHAHA...that picture is priceless. I don't know why, but a pic of a crying baby is just about one of the funniest things ever. (Only when I know it's not SERIOUS crying, of course. Geez. I'm not a monster.)
Wow. That's the same face I made when I looked in the mirror after my month-long fudge binge. Poor Lu. Poor Kate. Poor me.
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