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I am terrible sending out Christmas cards.
I mean it. I tell myself every year that I will get the informative letter typed and printed, the cards addressed and stamped, and everything finally posted well within the 1st week of December. What I actually accomplish is the purchasing of unique Christmas Cards from the January inventory clearance sale, well after Christmas for the sole purpose of using them next year.
I have an ample supply of unique Christmas Cards. They are shiny, and have monsters on them.
SO - I have decided to do a yearly recap letter, stuff it in the now belated Christmas Cards, including T8's pictures from this (and last, and the year before) year, and mail them out sometime in early January. Of course there will be the apology notation included which will clearly state why I can't possibly get my Christmas Card intentions to line up with my Christmas Card actions, and I hope that everyone can forgive.
Someday, Christmas Cards....Someday.
I'm excited for Christmas. I have already opened a few early presents because the parties bequeathing them are all right with that. These included the coolest tea cup set ever (from Ems and David), a Wine Monkey (kind of a sock monkey cozee for a wine bottle...it's the top Shiznit) and Sock Monkey Ornament (from Catt - she knows me too well) and delectable cookies which I didn't share with my folks at all. I did also get the Keurig Coffee maker I have been drooling over since my introduction to the blessed machine in July. I'm in caffinated heaven. I am totally set.
I can't wait for Christmas day. I love to watch the kids open their gifts, the anticipation for Christmas lasagna, the traditional Christmas Eve Jammies and soup. And there's a lot of snow. I love snow. It's snowing right now.
OH - Commical happenings to Ness while she took days off.
Thursday: I am to spend the day cleaning and making dinner for the arrival of Ems and David. I start the chopping, and trimming, and what not for the dinner which includes the world's most potent onion (it made me cry) and a rather poorly dipositioned apple (after peeling and while attempting to core this beast of an apple, it shot juice (like those lizards who shoot their own blood at their enemies) straight in my eye...same eyes that just recently recovered from the extreamly potent onions). I have all of this sitting on the counter in wait for a final pouring into a crock pot.
Wake T8, hustle him about and chase him out the door for the bus, pulling the door closed behind me. This is important. T8 has a few things he is very good about. #1 being, locking the door. Get T8 on the bus, chat with the neighbor a bit about shoveling, then tromp through the snow to finish with the dinner prep. I grab the knob, give it a twist, and anticipating the door will open, run right into the door.
Clearly there's a mistake.
Try again, then slump in defeat. My diligent son, did what he does the best, and locked the door. My not needing to head to work after sending him off to school resulted in my not having keys, or phone about my person...at all. I tromp back to the neighbors to use his phone, wake my folks to contact Aunt Stodgey so she doesn't leave with my spare. Sigh.
Note: Totally not dressed for tromping about in the snow.
It was very funny. We all had a great laugh.
I mean it. I tell myself every year that I will get the informative letter typed and printed, the cards addressed and stamped, and everything finally posted well within the 1st week of December. What I actually accomplish is the purchasing of unique Christmas Cards from the January inventory clearance sale, well after Christmas for the sole purpose of using them next year.
I have an ample supply of unique Christmas Cards. They are shiny, and have monsters on them.
SO - I have decided to do a yearly recap letter, stuff it in the now belated Christmas Cards, including T8's pictures from this (and last, and the year before) year, and mail them out sometime in early January. Of course there will be the apology notation included which will clearly state why I can't possibly get my Christmas Card intentions to line up with my Christmas Card actions, and I hope that everyone can forgive.
Someday, Christmas Cards....Someday.
I'm excited for Christmas. I have already opened a few early presents because the parties bequeathing them are all right with that. These included the coolest tea cup set ever (from Ems and David), a Wine Monkey (kind of a sock monkey cozee for a wine bottle...it's the top Shiznit) and Sock Monkey Ornament (from Catt - she knows me too well) and delectable cookies which I didn't share with my folks at all. I did also get the Keurig Coffee maker I have been drooling over since my introduction to the blessed machine in July. I'm in caffinated heaven. I am totally set.
I can't wait for Christmas day. I love to watch the kids open their gifts, the anticipation for Christmas lasagna, the traditional Christmas Eve Jammies and soup. And there's a lot of snow. I love snow. It's snowing right now.
OH - Commical happenings to Ness while she took days off.
Thursday: I am to spend the day cleaning and making dinner for the arrival of Ems and David. I start the chopping, and trimming, and what not for the dinner which includes the world's most potent onion (it made me cry) and a rather poorly dipositioned apple (after peeling and while attempting to core this beast of an apple, it shot juice (like those lizards who shoot their own blood at their enemies) straight in my eye...same eyes that just recently recovered from the extreamly potent onions). I have all of this sitting on the counter in wait for a final pouring into a crock pot.
Wake T8, hustle him about and chase him out the door for the bus, pulling the door closed behind me. This is important. T8 has a few things he is very good about. #1 being, locking the door. Get T8 on the bus, chat with the neighbor a bit about shoveling, then tromp through the snow to finish with the dinner prep. I grab the knob, give it a twist, and anticipating the door will open, run right into the door.
Clearly there's a mistake.
Try again, then slump in defeat. My diligent son, did what he does the best, and locked the door. My not needing to head to work after sending him off to school resulted in my not having keys, or phone about my person...at all. I tromp back to the neighbors to use his phone, wake my folks to contact Aunt Stodgey so she doesn't leave with my spare. Sigh.
Note: Totally not dressed for tromping about in the snow.
It was very funny. We all had a great laugh.