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Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Got Myrrh?
You don't see many holiday t-shirts (tshirts?) that are funny, and that would be one. Kind of a holiday shirt that is cerebral in its humor, and not just "Who's Your Santa?". My wife came up with it, and it makes me chuckle.
Speaking of my wife, the other day we made 11 different cookie candies in one day and to start the day off right she started drinking before noon. Now to be fair, it's not like she made herself a martini after waking up (though who hasn't tried something like that). Rather, she ripped the bag of wine out of the box, lifted it over her head and drained the remaining Sunset Blush. It was like some sort of gloriously white-trash wine bong. And if you think that's not living, there's something wrong with you.
Speaking of Christmas, the tree is up and ridiculous again this year. It's a little bit less girthy, but it's just as tall, and still has 3,000 lights on it. In order to prevent the headache that we had last year (constantly tripping the breaker that the lights were plugged into), I took matters into my own hands and put in a floor outlet on its own circuit so we could prevent that. My wife puts up with a lot at Christmas time. Maybe next year Chris will get her wish and we can get a smaller tree. I wouldn't count on it, but isn't Christmas the time of wishes and dreams.
In other news, John Spencer died, and that makes me sad.
Speaking of being sad, I have a wreath that we hang by the front door, and it holds all of my Rudolph ornaments. We normally keep it up with a 3-M removable hanger. Who can see where this is going? Anyone? That's right. The hook let go, the wreath crashed to the hardwood floor, and 12 of the ornaments were trashed. That my friends, chapped my Christmas-loving ass. Chapped it good.
Now awhile ago, I called Jeff Buckley and told you that you were dumb if you weren't listening to it. And if memory recalls, at least one of you fell in line with that (though I forget who). So now, let me say this. You are dumb (unless you're my wife) and you're not listening to Tom Waits version of "Silent Night". I will go a step farther and say that you are retarded if you are not reading "Fray" by Joss Whedon. If you ever watched Buffy, and ever read a comic, it's a must.
Speaking of being cognitively disabled, I think the new Johnny Knoxville movie looks very funny.
Finally, I will be at the P on Thursday night if you don't have plans. C and I are planning later evening.
(Though speaking of the P, I hear that I have been replaced. I KNOW!! Someone named Hutch. That's not a name. That is a piece of furniture. "Oh Craig. Come meet the person that is replacing you. Rocker/recliner with ottoman, this is Craig. Craig, meet Rocker/Recliner with ottoman." I suppose it could be worse. I could be replaced by Davenport McGee.)
Craig @ 7:31 PM
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