Ah, the year is winding to a close, and it is time for the annual train trip to see the family for Xmas. The wife and I will pile into the truck and take off later this evening for that.
Merry Christmas to all.
Look out Cleveland.
Ok just in case you weren't telling the truth, I'll spolier it[spoiler]I started, as usual, last winter, wondering what I should do. I consulted w/friends locally who voiced their opinions. Problem was I had two ideas and I really wanted to do both. So, I ended up doing exactly that. First – the cups. Every single day, Enzo says to me, as I pass his little “place” in the living room, “Don’t knock over my drink”. Every. Single. Day. You might ask, “is she in the habit of doing so?” Nope, I’ve bumped into his drink, like twice, maybe three times in the decades I’ve been around him. He maintains it’s due to his diligence. I maintain he’s an asshole. But I digress. So, I opted for nice, demure, subtle plastic cups (big bright yellow with his face about two inches tall saying “don’t knock over my drink”). So, every time since then that he’s said “don’t knock over my drink” I giggle to myself. I of course, started handing them out last spring, and asked people to take pictures of themselves drinking from same. I also sent a bunch out to his sister whose house we'll be at for Christmas.Enzo wrote:Alright, darling, I am doing errands, but I am logging off the internet now, so go ahead and do your damage.
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