I think the fact that I haven’t been working is starting to take it’s toll on me. I mean I’ve heard of Mommy brain, but this is really ridiculous.

Just one example is how I have left the house without my cell phone at least five times since Lyla’s birth. This is the same person that didn’t leave the ROOM without her cell phone and now I get half way down my street and have to turn around because I can’t NOT have it.

But the icing on the Dummy Cake happened on Wednesday night when I went to the grocery store (probably the dumbest move ever – hello MOB scene!) to get some things to make Deviled Eggs and Cookies to bring to FIL’s house for Thanksgiving. While I was standing in the baking aisle reading recipes on the back of various candy boxes, I found some Hershey kisses HUGS with a recipe for Tuxedo Hug Cookies or something like that. They sounded good and the recipe looked fairly easy (a requirement when you’re kitchen challenged). It called for “60 HUGS”. Of course no where on the package of kisses did it say how many pieces were in one bag. However, it did say that there were roughly 9 servings per package and about 9 pieces were considered one serving. Easy. 9×9.

My brain began to call up my multiplication table, but, holy shit. What the hell was 9×9? 9×1=9, 9×2=18, 9×3=27, but then… I got stuck! I couldn’t get passed 9×3. I stood there. In the middle of the aisle. Desperately trying to think how I could figure out 9×9. I think an eternity passed and I was still drawing a huge blank and standing there like a dumbass holding a bag of Hershey kisses.

Eventually I gave up and just grabbed another bag of HUGS to be safe and made my way over to the Brownie mix. The whole way through the store I thought and thought about 9×9. My confidence was now officially shot too. I thought that MAYBE 9×5 was 45, but I wasn’t sure. I was only sure up to 3. What a FREAKING MESS! I mean Math was never my strength. Not even close, but OMG. This was like second grade level shit!

I got home and immediately asked EHH was 9×9 was. Of course he said 81 right away and then asked why. I told him the story feeling even more incredibly dumb. I now think I’ll never forget that math fact for the rest of my life.

Jesus. Thank God I have my looks.

This week’s theme: Metal

This was taken on our first trip to Maine. As a big Diet Coke fan, this shot has extra special meaning!

Excuse my horrible singing and the fact that it’s so dark in our cave of a family room. You get the general idea…

On our way home from FIL’s in a turkey induced coma, I tuned to the Sirius/XM Christmas station and got all warm and fuzzy inside. The Christmas bug. It has bitten.

Tomorrow we’ll bring all the boxes of decorations down from the garage rafters. I’ll order my LL Bean wreath for the door and I’ll start thinking about my Christmas Eve table.

I’m on a mission to watch a lot of Christmas movies this year. We started out with Planes, Trains, and Automobiles last night. Tonight we’re watching A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving with Bean and then EHH and I are planning to watch Family Man when she goes off to bed. I have White Christmas in our Netflix queue because I’m convinced I’ve never seen it. We’ll have to find out when It’s A Wonderful Life is on and Miracle on 34th Street (the original). And of course my all time favorite, The Grinch. The one with Jim Carey makes me giggle out loud every time.

The Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree lighting in next week. And for those that missed it, here’s a post I wrote last year about how special that event is to me.

So are you ready for the holidaze? Tell me about your plans. Tell me what movie you won’t be missing. Tell me what really gets you in the spirit!