As we ask each other “Where did the year go?” — remember, it’s not quite over yet.
MISSING: One pair of winter boots. Last seen during August clean-up when they did not seem very important. Where oh where can they be? (Probably with the gloves and ice scraper that didn’t seem very useful when it was 95 degrees in the shade.)
We are almost there, folks. MEN HAVE STARTED SHOPPING. I repeat: MEN HAVE STARTED SHOPPING. (Hubby is out and about as I write this)
The weather outside has been frightful.
The other day, I slid out of my garage and into a snow bank. I called to cancel my doctor’s appointment (while sitting in the car) and told them, “I’m literally stuck in the driveway, sorry I can’t make it today.” It was quite embarrassing as my neighbor watched me shovel myself out.
The ghosts of Christmas Past come to call. We miss family and friends who are no longer with us. One way to fill the void is with lots and lots of cookies.
This is the reason we get new sweatpants for Christmas, so we have something to wear that we can fit into, and also it’s a subtle hint to get back to the gym in January.
I like to watch A Christmas Carol on Christmas Eve. The one with George C. Scott. The “ghosts” freak me out, but I watch it again every year. Tradition!
December 23 is Festivus, the pseudo-holiday invented on Seinfeld, celebrated by Frank Costanza.
As Merle Haggard told us….If we make it though December, we’ll be fine!
Merry Christmas to All, and to all a good night.