Yesterday I was doin' what lots of women do on Christmas Eve, goin' through the list, makin' sure things were wrapped, food was in the fridg, and there was enough shrimp for the old cat, cause when I do the math, it's cheaper than that canned stuff he won't eat, so what the heck...it's Christmas. I had a mental check list and I was givin' it the once...and then twice over. I guess I'd gotten a little snappish in the process, cause I heard Buck mumble something about "just gittin' out of my way till it was over." I felt bad, and that's when Miss Universe gave me a little shoulder tap. Thought I'd share with you this morning...this glorious day of promise. Merry Christmas to all, and I hope you don't have to run out....Love Lurlene
I
have never been much of a beer drinker, but I try to blend in. I
learned early on just how much one of those pilsners will hold...I can
hostess all night with only one refill. Short stem = long shot.
Friday is just around the corner.
It's that season again, and I have to say, it's a mixed bag. I"ll be sharin' some naughty...and some nice thoughts on the season.
I like Christmas, I do, I just don't like the hype...brings out the "Mean" in me...so bare with me as I ride this wave of comfort and joy, highs and lows.
I'll be posting some cards inspired by Christmas Advertisements of old 'cause the crap they pass off for good advertisement today is nothing more than soft porn if you ask me.
I'm already a little behind 'cause that's what Christmas is all about
