Of Crime and Firecrackers

You know what can make me positively homicidal? Firecrackers at night when I'd just put my daughter to sleep. (You overly eager @#%$^s, wait until New Year's Eve!!!) Over here, the holiday season starts when we hit the -ber months. 'Tis the season to develop hernias from stopping one's self from storming out of the house and screaming abuse at inconsiderate and thoughtless neighbors with a penchant for loud noises. The thing is the culprits aren't even my close neighbors. They probably live a couple of streets over. Sigh. Tranquilo. I'm in my 30s. It's never too early to start caring for one's heart. Anyway, I was planning on working on a story (I haven't written a proper one in a year! There was a time when I used to churn out these short stories daily. Now, I can't seem to find the time. Or the focus.), but since Marguerite woke up, I had to go back to bed and keep her company. I read and sang to her (only my child would stand this type of "musical" assault) until she was properly drowsy. To be productive, I took out my knitting and worked on a blanket until I nodded off. I think I fell asleep before Marguerite did, lol.

Anyway, I also want to thank Bambie for the following award:

It had the same rules as the lovely blog award. There are so many blogs I recently visited that are deserving, but I'm afraid I don't have the time to follow the rules this time. If I dropped an EC on your blog, feel free to receive this award from me, lol.