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Merry Christmas 2008

Thursday, Dec. 25, 2008 - 12:16 a.m.

John and I girded our loins and went to the mall at around six o clock last night.

No wonder it wasn't crowded -- there was nothing worthwhile left on the shelves anymore.

I wanted to get something for John, but all of the middle sized clothing was gone. Unless he wore a small or a 3XL, we were SOL.

Ah well. The joys of last minute shopping.

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When we were out and about, I had a massive allergy attack, which I'm still recovering from, incrementally.

But I will be okay in time to make the drive to see the in-laws. This year, I predict that at least one of the following ongoing traditions will be happening:

- A relative will rattle the bathroom door after a head-count and not be able to remember that I'm there. (My response this year is going to be "Hey, if you don't know who is in here, I'm leaving when I come out!" which won't really happen, but it will put the rellie's brain to work.)

- A relative will mention that they didn't remember how to spell/pronounce my first name. (Hello, just call my father-in-law or his wife and *ask*.)

- A relative will try and educate me about breast cancer. This is on the razor's edge of acceptable, since there's recently been an occurence of it in the in-law family, but for the love of all that is reasonable, I already know plenty about breast cancer. My mother died of it in 1995. I've mentioned this at length before at family things, but nobody seems to remember. The rellies mean well, and I understand -- I'm just not in need of more titty schoolin! :-P

Or I could just sit there and wipe my nose and keep quiet. Heh.

Either way, it wll be Interesting.

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I talked to Old Buddy Dave last night as he drove home from Christmas Eve festivities.

He had a hard time driving home because Mother Nature was calling on the hotline.

We are now working on a theory that has to do with whether higher levels of electrolytes and urea stored in the human bladder during a long and cold drive are capable of changing green traffic lights to red.

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Whatever you're up to today, try and enjoy yourselves

My sympathies to all of my friends in both sets of coastal states who are stuck shoveling all of that Global Warming off their sidewalks.

Merry Christmas.

I'm tired of nobody saying that phrase anymore. ... and I'm PAGAN.

Merry motherfucking CHRISTMAS! Just say it!

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!

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