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Thursday December 21 2006.
The Holidays Are All About Evil Tinsel, Sad Stockings, And Wild Games Of Battleship.

Just some holiday odds and ends before I head out of town next week...

Although I think I'm pretty good at decorating Christmas trees (notice that I said pretty good, not great), I've come to realize that I have one major area of deficiency. I guess you could call it my Achilles' Heel of Christmas Tree Decorating. It's the garland. I simply cannot hang garland on a tree. I'm okay with the lights, okay with the ornaments, and okay with the silly star or angel or whatever on the top, but garland just kills me. Every time, every year. I can't do it. And I have no idea why...

My stocking was the only one out of the three hanging above the fireplace that didn't have anything in it (I had already filled Beth's stocking and Luke's stocking with diamonds, jewels, and Snausages). I finally got tired of walking by and seeing that slack little thing just hanging there, so I filled it with wadded up newspaper. It made me feel much better...

It's been an Oddly Quiet December 'round here. Beth was out of town on business for the first three weeks of the month, so I pretty much had to do all of the shopping, decorating, and merry-making by myself. Yeah, it was a bit on the lonely side, but I spent a lot of quality time chatting with the dog. And since we're not heading off to see family until the day after Christmas, we'll be spending the Christmas weekend by ourselves. Beth's gonna cook up a nice big spread on Christmas Day--just for the two of us...

And speaking of quietness, I think we've decided on what we're doing for New Year's Eve this year. We're going to do absolutely nothing. We're gonna stay home, turn on some good music, maybe play a little Battleship, and fill up the dog's bowl with champagne (ok, maybe not that last one). Barney had invited us to go out to a nice dinner with him and his wife and a few other couples, but I think we're just going to low-key it this year. It should be a nice little change from my drunken nights of yore...

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, everyone.

 
 
 

 

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