You can't hang

I stayed up until 1:00 last night sewing Henry's Christmas stocking. I was sitting on the sofa in a calf length pink flowered night gown wearing my glasses with one arm and huge green wool socks, sewing a tiny snowman. At about 11:00 Wade came in and said he wasn't rock and roll enough to stay up as late as I do. I threw him some horns and started working on the snowman's tiny mitten. I am a bad ass.