Journal Your Christmas - Day 19

Dear Santa,

I have been a good girl. It really wasn't my fault what happened at Maria's Christmas party. It was Hope who spiked the punch with too much Tequila. I can't help it if I drank 22 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like Chanel #5.

I thought it was funny when I put Kathy's sweater on my head and danced the tango on the wing chair while singing `Smoke Gets in your Eyes'. I didn't mean to break Maria's iPod and don't know why Maria would sue me for burglary.

I don't remember calling Eric's wife a smoky cow---even though she looked like one with blue eye shadow and purple lipstick! And when I threw up on Amy's husband's hand, it was only because I ate too much of that chocolate.

After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Jaguar XK8 through my neighbor's dining room. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a gorgeous thoroughbred and have me arrested for speeding!

So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all hot and tired. And I'm really not to blame for any of this twinkling stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and amazingly yours,

Judy (Really a nice girl!)

P.S. It's only 12 bucks!

(Madlibs are fun!)

And, more snow pics!