12/3/08

I decorated my diary a few days ago, but I am so not into the Christmas spirt.  I feel kind eh about it for some reason. 

Jesse asked if Santa was real.  I told him of course.  I think this is the last year for him most likely.  Mom said if he asked her she would tell him the truth.  I told her he better not spill the beans to Doll.  She needs to enjoy that bliss for a few more years.

We are baking cookies tonight.  With Christmas "spinkles". 

Grannie had been gone since last Friday.  I think the ship is on its way back from the last stop in Mexico today.  As much as the peace and quite has been without her, I really am missing her.  I know Doll is too.  Its weird for Doll.  She has asked for her everyday.

I’m tired of the down feeling.  I need to find something to perk me up.

Y’all take care,

Mandy

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