a partridge in a pear tree.

on the first day of christmas:

i aced my political science test.

i wrote an english paper about Jesus.

i wrote a two page note to someone dear.

i had my first peanut butter sandwich in over a week.

i worked for two hours.

i helped danny apply for a job.

i bought taco amigo, nacho supreme and fries.

i piled laundry on my bed to fold.

i procrastinated my psychology final.

i had a christmas dinner with my sunday school class.

i blogged.

i worked on christmas presents.

i felt like puking up everything i had eaten.

i cuddled with warm rice bags.

i did not feel like it was christmas.

what's a partridge anyway, and why would i

want pear tree? my true love is so thoughtful.