Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Santa in burmudas and black socks
Nothing doing’ on the house in the last few days unless you count panicked cleaning for visiting family. “Please excuse the mess”, ha! That’s the cleanest it’s been in weeks!
Spouse has begun the annual orgy of Christmas lights. I think if she thought she could get away with it she would have a herd of moving and blinking Rudolph’s pulling a plethora of lumescent Santas cheered on by a bus load of Frosty’s. Sort of a polygamist Christmas. So far I have prevented the creation of a harem of twinkling friends but I am not sure how much longer I can hold back the tide. That girl is pretty hard core Christmas. We even have wireless switchable outlets. I can sit on the couch and turn on ‘zones’ of my twinkle lights, oh and sometimes open one of my garage doors. (Hasn’t been an issue since they broke woohoo!) Hell, when we plug in the neighbors lights dim. Come on over, localized global warming at my house, bring shorts.
