Here’s to you, Santa’s drunken helper toy assembler—yes you, with your adult beverage, perhaps a BIG glass of wine or maybe some eggnog with a few too many fingers of dark rum tipsily ensuring that all the sheep in the Fisher Price Farm are penned, or that the brakes work on that Barbie Dream Car. Yes, tomorrow will come soon enough, but tonight, yes tonight, those Lego blocks that you’ll be stepping on for the rest of the year STAND in their proud glory as the Avenger’s fortress of justice or something. Hat’s off tonight to you, Santa Mom and/or Santa Dad! Jolly festive hats off to you!
The cat doesn't understand why we went to all the trouble of bringing a tree indoors and covered it with toys, but we don't want her to play with them.
I'll have a glass of what you're having. Just finished assembling the kid's trampoline. Got stuff in the car an the van to bring in. Wife roont one of her Xmas gifts by telling me there was shit in the trunk of her car to get, which disabled the remote starter I had installed in her hoopty. She now goes to bed with prayers to not deliver tomorrow, and admonition to me to not get drunk. Too late. Anyone know the number to 911 if she goes into labor? Merry Christmas all you hooligans.
May the peace of the season dwell within your homes. Happy birthday, Jesus. Merry Christmas one and all!
You want Christmas cats?? So it's Christmas morning, dinner is already in the crock pot, A Charlie Brown Christmas is playing on the CD player, I thought I'd get on the BBS to see what's up - I sit in the recliner, open the lap top, and.... About a minute later I'm overwhelmed with all three of our feline friends, who think that I'm the purrrrrfect cushion to take *another* nap... Sometimes I feel like a cat magnet.. Not a bad thing.. Hey, They like me!!!