Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Who's That Up on the Rooftop???

Who's that up on the rooftop?
Must be Mastercard,
Must be Mastercard Swat Team!

Well, here it is, December 20, and I'm in my usual shape for this time of the year:
--House torn apart...
--Six bags of flour, four bags of sugar, five pounds of butter sitting in the kitchen, waiting...
--Giant shopping bags full of presents making it difficult for us to enter our bedroom...
--No Christmas tree up, even though two little artificial ones are stored away in the closet...
--Mastercard smoking and changing shape...
--UPDATE--four and three-quarters pounds of butter waiting, one-quarter pound of butter (having fallen from the refrigerator) eaten by terrier. One greasy, burping terrier stretched out in the sun, eyes closed, reflecting on the beauty of life.

I try to keep Christmas simple and enjoyable. This philosophy doesn't work, of course--never has, never will. I'll explain more later, after I get back from the post office, the mall, Sears, Walmart, K-Mart, the pharmacy and the supermarket.

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