I considered writing more extensively about the refrigerator situation when it first happened, but I didn't feel like boring the internet with tales of appliance woe when I'm supposed to be boring it with pictures of my kid. I also remembered that when our washing machine freaked out, I covered that in excruciating detail until it decided to magically heal itself just to make me look like an idiot. Having tried both methods, you'd better believe that I'm going the feeling-stupid-but-having-a-working-household route from now on.
So that's something for you to look forward to.
Anna managed to sneak back into the house by disguising herself as one of Santa's (angry) little elves.
Of course, in order to keep up the ruse, she's having to sleep with the wrapping paper.
|I really admire her commitment.|
|Sometimes Anna expresses "joy" as "deep concern." It's probably just an unsettling feeling for her.|