funny bone...

I just hit my "funny bone" and it made me want to swear, not laugh. Every time I hit my "funny bone,"I get just as perturbed over its name as I do that I actually knocked it. BLAST, it smarts!

Also, I kind of hate plucking my eyebrows. It hurts. It hurts real bad.

It makes me do my silent scream...

Look what happened to where I live:

Winter came...

The roads are slicker than snot. (I feel quite confident that "slicker than snot" isn't a real phrase outside the O-household, but it sure paints a picture, doesn't it?) It's rather uncomfortable to push on your breaks without actually stopping or slowing down like you know you ought to be. Or--even scarier--when other cars think they're invincible so they throw caution to the wind and drive like the roads aren't covered in ice...so these cars come careening down the road at uncomfortable speeds and you pray that they don't hit you or someone you love.

But do you know what's great? (Honestly, great doesn't seem like a good enough adjective. Blissful is getting closer. Or "scrumtrulescent," perhaps. What's the best adjective you can think of?) Anyway...the (insert amazing adjective here) news: I'm! Done! Christmas! Shopping! I finished Saturday morning, and the feeling is truly liberating. Oh and guess what else? All the nifty gifties are also wrapped! I'm done! (Go ahead, congratulate me...)

Something else that's good: the First Presidency Christmas Devotional last night. GREAT STUFF. I've said it before and I'll say it again: I love those men. And I love the Gospel of Jesus Christ.