After Christmas. Special.
Dec. 26th, 2008 10:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogRandom words, sights and observations from the past few days:
The Night Before Christmas, and all through the store, teeming hordes full of shoppers, attacked sweet Eleanor.
Keeping her sane through all the rush was her use, throughout the past few weeks, of two alternating sets of deelyboppers. Her Christmas Eve choice was the slightly demented reindeer, so when I went to the store to drop something off for her, I decided to wear the other pair:
She laughed, and others joined in, so I continued the coif when I visited my office for the last time before the holiday. Instantly, one of the secretaries saw it, laughed her fool head off, but got off the line we'll now always remember when we wear these things:
Is that Mr. & Mrs. Claus, or two gay Santas?
A spit-taken second later, the best I could reply was, "I guess we'll know when we see what comes down the chimney tomorrow."
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Our relative calm and brightness of Christmas morning was interrupted, more than once, by the sound of two (occasionally joined by the neighbor's third) large dogs making all kinds of noise, romping in the melting snow, and generally acting their ages and IQs, which are within a few digits of each other.
Yet that wasn't the observation I need to report for future testing:
"I think dogs are just born with a blood alcohol content of 0.2 percent. It really would explain a lot."
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Christmas dinner was free-range turkey (which I had no idea we had when I wrote this), Prince Caspian on the bigscreen tv, the company of four worn-out aminals, and a lot of love.
The Night Before Christmas, and all through the store, teeming hordes full of shoppers, attacked sweet Eleanor.
Keeping her sane through all the rush was her use, throughout the past few weeks, of two alternating sets of deelyboppers. Her Christmas Eve choice was the slightly demented reindeer, so when I went to the store to drop something off for her, I decided to wear the other pair:
She laughed, and others joined in, so I continued the coif when I visited my office for the last time before the holiday. Instantly, one of the secretaries saw it, laughed her fool head off, but got off the line we'll now always remember when we wear these things:
Is that Mr. & Mrs. Claus, or two gay Santas?
A spit-taken second later, the best I could reply was, "I guess we'll know when we see what comes down the chimney tomorrow."
----
Our relative calm and brightness of Christmas morning was interrupted, more than once, by the sound of two (occasionally joined by the neighbor's third) large dogs making all kinds of noise, romping in the melting snow, and generally acting their ages and IQs, which are within a few digits of each other.
Yet that wasn't the observation I need to report for future testing:
"I think dogs are just born with a blood alcohol content of 0.2 percent. It really would explain a lot."
----
Christmas dinner was free-range turkey (which I had no idea we had when I wrote this), Prince Caspian on the bigscreen tv, the company of four worn-out aminals, and a lot of love.