Good Christmas Morning Gentle Readers,
Last night, the kids left cookies, milk, and a note, which they asked Santa to sign. I'd say they were hedging their bets, but I'm the dad.
Last Christmas The House Blond left a glass of wine for Santa. Not gonna happen this year because Santa is supposed to be a good example to all the boys and girls. See what public education buys you?
Mrs TWC loves Adam Sandler Chanukah videos (Bonus: Get Drunk In Tijuanica) so as were finishing up the last of the Christmas gifts I notice that my gift wrapping skills remain marginal. Spent some time, once, with a blond chick who fit most of your preconceived notions about blond chicks. Her advice to me was: You're supposed to wrap the presents, not upholster them. Course she ended up hitched up to a Jehovah Witness, so the point became relatively moot.
And then, after Mrs TWC and I wrapped up (heh), and just before we drifted off for a long winter's nap, the cold rain began. That's what happened in 1969 and it didn't stop raining until March.
Merry Christmas to you and yours, may your day be blessed.