Posted on 11/04/2007 11:30:22 AM PST by Fennie
Improving. James had it the worst, but even he’s doing better.
I’m on my way to nap!
Hooboy! I LIKED that!
44, calm, overcast. Ugly.
Definitely weather for sleeping in.
Was it something I said?
The road crews came through once before conceding defeat to the snow.
(Anti-Claus and his flesh eating snowmen inhabit the south pole, waiting for the foolhardy to wander close!)
*sigh*
Worse is that I see in my mind’s eye snowmen riding snowmobiles and eating people thigh sized drumsticks labeled KFH.
Or perhaps the Abdominal Snowmen?
Abominitious, yes.
(I know.. not a real word.)
I’m surprised that kids don’t know about Anti-Claus.
Their eyes bug out when I tell them about.. it.
Then they run screaming about the time I get to the part where Kringle had his hands full repelling the invasion, and half his elf army became snowman kibble.
*snort*
I thought everyone knew how Anti-Claus, in his bottomless evil, duped Kringle into believing his gesture of “Holiday Spirit” was a genuine outpouring of Yuletide cheer, gained entry into the very halls of the North Pole, ransacked Mrs. Claus (that we shall not speak of, she still growls like a cougar when it is mentioned) and proceeded to force Kringle to hide in the reindeer stables for a whole unbathed week before using Rudolph’s mutant glowing nose to drive off the ice born fiends.
Sorry. I had two brothers who delighted in teasing me, but never regaled me with wicked good stories of Anti-Claus.
If they had, I might see Christmas a little differently, now.
That is a crime!
Everyone should hear of the Anti-Claus!
Your brothers were most wickedly neglectful in their sibling duty to pass on the tale!
Yes, they were!
That would have been so great, to lie in bed on Christams Eve, and wonder if Santa would come, or Anti would come to deliver “presents.”
I could have stayed awake dreading dawn, rather than anxiously awaiting the sound of sleighbells....
Obviously, I’ll have to talk to my brothers and ask them why they were so neglectful. It would have been sublimely wicked and cruel to tell those tales to one of such tender years....*sigh*
As best as anyone can recall, and memory of those long years is faded and hazy at best due to spiked egg nog, it all began over meatloaf and fruitcake.
Meatloaf and fruitcake? What. Were they interchangeable, as they are, now?
Back then, fruitcake wasn’t as dessicated, nor as mummified as it is now.
Legend has it that at the great split, fruitcake became despondent and thus ended up in it’s current sad state, edging into a second life as armor plating and blackjack staves.
Meatloaf was more... loafy.
Photos later...
Oh boy.
Four year olds are great at surreal, abstract, and impressionist hairstyles.
Agreed. We all do it too... Both my sisters did. My wife did. Heck, even I did. I even managed to do mine the day before school photos. 2nd grade I think.
I just de-haired myself through radiant heat methods.
Was quite painless when I did that.
My parents weren’t very appreciative.
The resultant fireball was spectacular. While a majority of the damage done was merely cosmetic, it was none the less a bit of a shock. Her eyebrows and bangs were none to happy to the exposure to the event however...
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