Early morning, hot coffee, house asleep, checking up on everyone with the one quiet moment allotted to me this day....
This inevitably happens to this thread when the big mommas are away, Jules-(introspective, nurturing CGB and domestic, chatty, have a cookie and some coffee penni). Now the landscaping will have to be replaced, thanks to JF's kidney-impaired aliens, and apologies sent out to all vets, and another memo on courtesy and appropriate behavior posted by the door. I guess anything goes in the way of subject matter around here-some pretty deep feelings seem to emerge from between the lines of the Vietnam posts-although CGB is pretty strict about rudeness and name-calling. And I do think all the references to bad poetry are extremely boorish.
I've noticed an influx of individuals who say ugly things about us on their own threads, but seem to keep coming back to visit. Maybe it's the comfortable chairs, the warm fireplace, the beer in the fridge, or just knowing the door's always unlocked. And even if someone accidentally hits you too hard in a verbal pillow fight and your ego bleeds, someone will usually take your side and make it feel better. Luckily, if things are really painful, you can go out on the deck and look at the sunset with someone and get a hug.
THe sun is just coming up here-and I'm making lists of what still has to be done. If I never see another used car, it will be too soon. There has got to be someone out there who's figured out the need for an up-scale used car market for parents of teenagers who want reliability and safety and some guarantee that they're getting it. Right now this is a very sleazy market.Is this Wayne Huizinga's idea for AutoNation? I'll buy in.
Yesterday, we started a car and put up the hood to look at it. I don't know what we're looking for, but we stand there and grunt and my husband prods things. The sales guy is going on about the great condition of this car and my feet are cold. And wet. I look down and there's all this water pooling around me. It's pouring out of the bottom of the engine. "I think something's wrong," I say brightly.
We all just stand there and watch the water soak our feet. I mean, what could you say? Finally, my husband says, "Could we look at that Pontiac over there?"
Time to start the Christmas baking. I'll leave a tray of cookies out for you all today. Eggnog's in the fridge, bourbon on the counter. Take a break from the day and relax.
Doesn't anyone have any funny or touching Christmas/Hannukah stories to tell? Can't we have a little holiday spirit here?
penni, needs either a hug or a good used car-preferably the car |
