Awoke to a bit of snow still on the ground and 34 degrees. I got yer White Christmas …
It was a terrific haul, though. Plenty of goodies to go around, and I think the pragmatism prize went to my lovely sister-in-law, who probably got a bit more “need” than “want.” Not that they’re mutually exclusive.
My brother began dreaming of next year’s revelry almost immediately.
His friend, Tom, and wife’s cousin, April, joined in.
I, looking like I’d been ridden hard and put away wet, then rolled up and left in a drawer somewhere, hypnotically goofed with my iPhone when we needed answers to trivia, wondered what the weather was going to be like, and as the Xmas text messages rolled in, en masse.
Even Moxie got a present, from the softies at the local coffee shop. She unwrapped it herself, the little shredder.
It was a pile, and chaos once again reined supreme among the torn paper and sealed boxes. Oh yeah, that is indeed a PS3 on that stack, bitches.
Night brought the most beautiful cityscape I’ve seen from the house. The Luxor Pyramid light blasted up through the clouds, which reflected back the glorious excess of The Strip.
Merry Happy to all!
hmmmmm whatcha doin on that there iPhone?