December the twenty-fourth (correct!)
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rafaela if she would like me to put on a DVD, perhaps something comforting and Christmas-like. She opted for the episode of Simon Schama's A History of Britain that discusses the Black Death. I do so very heart her.
After the snootload of snow of the weekend, the Weather Gods have decided to wreck even the prospect of a white Christmas by raining all over it. Swell. Aside from a less-than-refreshing dip in Lake Parking Lot, though, it's been quite a nice Christmas Eve. Last-minute shopping and panic-attack gift wrapping went reasonably well, and we got to hang out with the kids and deliver their presents unto them. Gifts were somewhat modest this year—Bakugan figures, a heart-shaped locket, a few games, a couple of gift cards—but the young'uns seemed to like them (and Kristi very much approved of the Apples to Apples Junior game). I certainly liked our gifts from them (via their grandparents): chocolate and a Sutton's gift certificate that's already burning a proverbial hole in my proverbial pocket. We left around six-ish, as Abbey and Nik had become far more engrossed in a handheld Crash Bandicoot game than the presence of houseguests, and anyway we needed to hit the grocery store and finish some chores.
Tomorrow, I work. It's triple-time, though, so don't cry for me, Arch and Tina. Also, we'll be fed Olive Garden lasagna and management will be nowhere to be found, which will make for a most pleasant working day: "Why, no, sir, I in fact don't, need to give a rat's ass about what you think. And not only am I hanging up on you, I'm being paid through the sphincter to do so. Merry [very bad word]ing Christmas, Dorkwad."
Hope you're all having a magnificent holiday, and that the coming year brings you love, comfort and peace of mind. Be well!
rafaela if she would like me to put on a DVD, perhaps something comforting and Christmas-like. She opted for the episode of Simon Schama's A History of Britain that discusses the Black Death. I do so very heart her.After the snootload of snow of the weekend, the Weather Gods have decided to wreck even the prospect of a white Christmas by raining all over it. Swell. Aside from a less-than-refreshing dip in Lake Parking Lot, though, it's been quite a nice Christmas Eve. Last-minute shopping and panic-attack gift wrapping went reasonably well, and we got to hang out with the kids and deliver their presents unto them. Gifts were somewhat modest this year—Bakugan figures, a heart-shaped locket, a few games, a couple of gift cards—but the young'uns seemed to like them (and Kristi very much approved of the Apples to Apples Junior game). I certainly liked our gifts from them (via their grandparents): chocolate and a Sutton's gift certificate that's already burning a proverbial hole in my proverbial pocket. We left around six-ish, as Abbey and Nik had become far more engrossed in a handheld Crash Bandicoot game than the presence of houseguests, and anyway we needed to hit the grocery store and finish some chores.
Tomorrow, I work. It's triple-time, though, so don't cry for me, Arch and Tina. Also, we'll be fed Olive Garden lasagna and management will be nowhere to be found, which will make for a most pleasant working day: "Why, no, sir, I in fact don't, need to give a rat's ass about what you think. And not only am I hanging up on you, I'm being paid through the sphincter to do so. Merry [very bad word]ing Christmas, Dorkwad."
Hope you're all having a magnificent holiday, and that the coming year brings you love, comfort and peace of mind. Be well!
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Date: 2008-12-25 09:36 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-12-26 03:27 am (UTC)Yeesh...take the guy to church once, and I get to play 20 questions all night.