Wednesday, December 27, 2006

We do not appear to be amused.
Welcome back! Did you have a good holiday? Mine was insane. Seriously, I’m happy to be back at work where things are lovely and peaceful. Now that my brain has been emptied of the grocery and present lists, I have room for the usual insanity. Let’s catch up, shall we?

James Brown Has Died
I guess he didn’t feel so good after all.

At The Christmas Pageant
Ice Prince: Daddy, are there only two of those?
Fresh: The angels? No there are more there, see?
IP: No, I mean those two bald guys over there! (pointing at the pews)

IP: Did the baby Jesus grow up to be a thoughtful man?

IP was also royally pissed that he got bread at communion but not wine. “Why can’t I have the wine?!” Good thing I didn’t tell him it was the blood of Christ. “How come I can’t have any blood, Mommy?! I want the blood too!”

No one comes out of the closet Chez Ice
I spent yesterday putting together a futon I bought at (shhhhh) Walmart. It’s quite lovely, although altogether too big for the guest room. Oh well. We didn’t need to open that closet anyway.

Heartwarming Story
It seems that young Ice Prince still believes in Santa Claus. When we got home from church on Christmas Eve (yes, church, hush up), IP quickly put out Santa’s brownies, insisted on fewer bedtime stories, told Fresh and I we could only give him one hug and kiss and no talking and then dismissed us saying “Go, go! I have to get to sleep!”

Christmas morning, Santa brought IP some spider-man toys, a robot and a Giant Tiger. When IP spotted the tiger, he immediately ran to get MY present from him. “But don’t you want to look at what Santa got you?” “No, open yours!”

It was a stuffed tiger. “I bought it with my own money! I know how much you love tigers!”

Now what kid would rather give his mom a present than open or look at his own? I get all misty thinking about it!

(Don’t worry, he quickly turned into the present opening machine we all know and love.)

Okay, more later. Plus I’ll be at Rannie and Jay’s party tomorrow (probably straight from work), so I’ll see you there! Gotta go find some Hawaiian clothes at lunch. I bought Fresh a real Hawaiian shirt last week – perfectly tacky!

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