The Morning Floof is pensive...
Good morning.
The shower has been had.
There was a knock on the door last night, when I was sound asleep, and I stumbled to the door, opened it, and was met with four beautiful teen-aged faces singing, “We Wish You A Merry Christmas!” after which, they handed me a gift bag with three apples, three tangerines and five candy canes! I don’t like surprises, but this one was a happy one.
In other news, UPS delivered a gift to me from New Nephew Bill and New Niece Kathy. It’s a “Frost Guard” windshield and mirror cover. It’s a beauty, too, and when the sun is up, I’ll go out and do a trial fitting. This thing is blue with snowflakes on it, and I think if I lived anywhere else, I’d be afraid to use it because of the theft factor.
Sounds very interesting. I had no idea there was such a thing, because I live in the South.
I’m glad some Christmas cheer stopped by, too.
I still feel crummy today, but I’m up.
When my late fadder turned 70 us menfolk in his family decided to surprise him with a trip to Cocoa Beach to go fishing. My son and I got delayed and missed the pick-up but my older brudder showed up at his house at 5am to wake him and take him fishing.
My mudder knew what was going on. But she said she was standing next to dear ol’ dad as he went to the door hoping he would notice who that was in the strange vehicle before he raised his rifle and killed his oldest son.
Surprises that come with a knock on the door can be a very bad idea.