Happy Festivus!
My Feat of Strength was lugging home about 25 pounds of groceries and then doing a half-hour of circuit training. My limbs are noodles right now.
I don’t even want to get into the Airing of Grievances because I’ll be here all night talking about the handbasket in which the USA is going to hell. At least it’s not this cute little one on my tree:
This is an older ornament, so old the little holly bulbs next to the birdie are a bit chewed up, likely from a dog we had, a Shepherd Husky mix. Beautiful dog, and super intelligent, but she had a knack for chewing up Christmas decorations. She was a bit of a racist about it, too: She only chewed the head off the Black king in our manger scene. My father replaced it with another Black king and she did it again, and this time she ate the Baby Jesus too. So my parents got a completely new manger scene and you guessed it: She chewed the head off the Black king again. At that point my father just got another White king and she left that one alone.
That’s all I have time for tonight, folks. Some of us DO have to work this week, ya know. Full day tomorrow, off Christmas Day, full day Thursday, half-day Friday, then I’m off until January 6, whoo-hoo!
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