“They were very sad at the loss of their friend, but realized that the best thing to do was to get the women back to Christmas Town.” (Burl Ives the Snowman, after Cornelius and the Abominable went over the cliff).
Oh, those manly reindeer.
…snarfle snarfle.
…anticipating a soon-to-be-entered-Zenlike-state involving cheese, or chocolate, and possibly salt…
Our pet field mouse, who is the tiniest thing, disappeared from her cage since last night. She’s lived with us for over a year, as the babies rescued her from a storage shed that was blown apart by a tornado Thanksgiving 2004. She was a sad looking baby mouse, but grew up healthy.
Now she’s gone, and none of the other animals are looking guilty. I thiink she was taken by aliens. Sigh. Sadness.
So after returning from life with the whole fam-damly, which was great but still was its ownself, the babies left the building and the husband started popping corks. Me, I was decorating. We are, after all, the Griswolds. If it is colorful, inflatable, and lights up– we want it.
SO– being completely put off by all programming that’s not college football (I LOVE college football), I asked the husband to pick a Christmas movie and he came down w/”Love Actually”, which is why I love him.
What a great movie– but I want to kick Sarah’s butt, and roast Alan Rickman’s character’s ass. But what a great movie, and enough of blogging while snookered.
