O Holy Night ... with a little Barbie on the side

This was written last night, but I couldn't get Blogger to cooperate with posting photos.

So there I was, wallowing in all my holiday misery — sick child, arrested stepson, impending visit to the in-laws, blah, blah, blah...

And then B.A., that self-proclaimed Godless Heathen, just had to go and post this, thereby crashing my pity party.

So I listened to my favorite carol of all time.

Then I peeked in on the now-sleeping sick toddler, who, curled up in his favorite position, suddenly looked all babylike (*sigh*) and pffft ...

... there went tonight's intended bitchy post.

Ah, well.

Lest you think I'm getting too gushy, let me direct you to these here Barbie pics.

For context, go here.

*Note: I think perhaps I embarrassed B., as he has NOT sent me the really hardcore ones. But you'll get the general idea from these. Just take things one step further in your imagination. Oh, and pretend that one pic isn't cropped.