My attention span has a shorter shelf life than a heroin-addicted rock star. Scratch that and make it a Paris Hilton news story. Heroin-addicted rock stars like to make it to that 27th year, and my attention span has lived and died a million times by then.
I keep meaning to write about things on this blog but by the time I jump over the baby gate one hundred-fifty times in a row and make, then immediately clean up after, ten meals, I just can't remember what it was that I was going to write about. Weird.
Oh yeah, in case you're wondering what in the world the title of this post means: That is Violet-speak for "I'm Mister White Christmas, I'm Mister Snow" which she has been singing for about a week now. My parents gave her a snowman that sings the song. It's funny. Now she relates that song to any snowman she sees, including the inflatable one in my neighbor's yard. She saw it and started dancing and singing "I'm Minna Why Kisma."