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.
As Ever,
TWC