time to write

I want to write about Belize and all the rad stuff we did.  But I can see over there in the corner a box of thank you notes.  I literally just started pouting out loud.  You know the wheezy, huffy, stamp your foot, "Idon'twanna" thing?  I just did that.  Out loud, all alone in the apartment.  Oy vey.  Maybe I will wait until we finally open our gifts on Sunday and then I can tackle the whole giant list, bit by bit?