The Twelve Day Of Christmas...

[erestor]

Only a week to go, and this is the current status:

• Radio clock woke me with "Holy Night, Silent Night", this time sung (I'm using the term very loosely here) David Hasselhoff. I thought they couldn't top Manowar; boy, was I ever wrong. Seven more days of that? What could possibly be next? I must find my old alarm clock.
• Max found the choccies that I'

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[bimo]

Max found the choccies that I've locked away (present for a friend). Before I could take a shower this morning, I had to remove six half-digested cherry brandy pralines from Emma's blanket.

Heh, the joys of being a pet owner during the holiday season...

I still remember the year that Quietschie ate a whole package of Mon Chérie and (thankfully) spat out all those little red metal&plastic wrapping papers on our carpet. And don't get me started about Wesley and chocolate covered almonds...

Cocker Spaniels... *sigh*

[erestor]

Mon Chérie's as well here! Those damned things!!

Cocker Spaniels - they are like cats, in a way... (and I got your present! Whee! It's already screwed to my desk! *is happy*) Consider yourself hugged very firmly!

[bimo]

(and I got your present! Whee! It's already screwed to my desk! *is happy*)

So at least something went right! :-D

My own Christmas is turning into an organisational nightmare, mostly because Cavendish was just this tiny bit too naive optimistic about getting his family and my dad all at one table. So, on the 2nd day of Christmas, instead of one nice family dinner for everyone who likes to turn up, we are just having one ridiculously large original Scottish Haggis that nobody will come over to eat.

It's complicated, involves several bruised egos and my barely suppressed desire to strangle almost everyone except my Dad's Cuban wifey, who,strangely enough is the one person innocent of causing this mess. I think I've reached a point where I seriously don't know anymore whether to cry or laugh.

[erestor]

I seriously don't know anymore whether to cry or laugh.

I'd suggest the latter. You can't change anything about the situation anymore, from what I read here, so you might as well try to make the best of it. I'd say "get plastered", but... if nobody comes over, you don't have to deal with anybody, either. That's a plus. Enjoy the day in front of the telly, or take a walk, unplug the phone and show them all the finger.

I can be a grumpy old badger when it comes to relatives and holidays...

Big hug for you. Looks like you need one.

[silvarbelle]

You're made of win, Erestor. ^^

*snuzzles*

[erestor]

*snuzzles back*

Naw. Made of flesh, bones and evil thoughts. ;)

[lauand]

I want your Radio Station. Period.

[erestor]

Please take it! All of it! Including Hasselhoff! :-D

[erestor]

[mrs_norrington]

*g* I myself am dreading the moment my 6 month old Quincy sees the shiny on the Christmas tree when I get home. Somehow I forsee falling trees in my future...

[erestor]

I think you have to prepare for that: