Color Me Bad

I feel like a little kid and a grown up all at once.

I'll be doing homework and have the urge to color. (I love to color!) And the little kid in me is all like "Oh yeah! COLORING! Do it NOW! That deer and raccoon with a kite is not going to color itself!" But then the grown up side of me says "now katie, look at all the work you have to do. Here's what you can do, finish this page and then you can color a picture!"

I don't have a spilt personality or schizophrenia, I swear. Maybe it is more like those little Angel and Devil talking. I don't know.

I just love coloring! I can't be alone on this. Whenever I'd babysit, I'd be the one who'd suggest coloring as the activity of the day. I pity the future offspring. They'll go to bed at night and awake in the morn to a coloring book half colored by mommy. Maybe it is therapeutic and that's why I dig it. Stressful day? I don't reach for the bottle, I reach of the box. The box of Crayola colored pencils. (RoseArt can just get the hell away from me, I'm a Crayola girl.)

Alright enough about the coloring already.

Christmas, Christmas, Christmas time is almost heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeere!
And I am monumentally screwed. Number of presents bought? Like 3 and number I need to get...(hold on I'm counting) Like 8. And I'm poor! Well, that is the perks of going in on a present with someone else though.

Ok I have stalled enough on homework and stuffed myself on pasta so it is time for me to wrap it up.

We're wrapping it up. Yes we're (dun dun) wrapping it up! Wra-ra-ra-ra wrapping, wra-ra-ra-ra wrapping. (dun dun) wrapping it up!

....elementray school song we'd sing in chorus. And yes, I was a horrid singer.