Okay, so I'm driving around, trying to get into the Christmas spirit and wondering what I am going to blog about instead of my usual litany of complaints. And I decide today, being the last day before a week or so off, I would announce next year's project, which I have dubbed Mojo's Exciting Year of Crap.
So Mojo failed to blog yesterday. Big whoop. My pitiful, stammering excuse is, I had to get up extra early (and by extra early Mojo means somewhere between three and four, because as we all know by now--by virtue of her whining--she is usually up somewhere between four and five) to drive my Favorite Husband to the airport, where he spent several hours making new friends and promising them that Mojo will run all sorts of errands for them back home here. Or words to that effect.