Christmas memories, vol. 20
It's that time of year again. Time for you to learn more about how I ended up this way, how I've spent my Christmases lo, these last forty-odd years. This year I expect we'll have some sad ones - it's my first year with both my parents gone, and it's bound to make me kind of melancholy. Heck, I just started crying by the flatbread at Whole Foods because I used to buy it and bring it to my mom as a treat. But the thing is, the reason I miss my folks so much is because my life is filled with happy memories. They were people worth missing. I'm sitting in public right now, so I think we'll start off with something kind of innocuous. Public tearing-up garners worried glances, and I don't want to stress out that nice man at the next table who's selling Comcast subscriptions to unsuspecting callers who think he's in an office somewhere. (SECOND time I've see one of these guys out in a public place - last time it was in the waiting room at the tir...
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Doug, I always knew you had good taste. What did Pat Benetar think of your outfit?
T, perhaps we are the same person?
Get one like it and take a picture, Tanya. I dare you!
Was it sleeveless? Now that would be fetching with a pair of little black china flats and a bit shorter hem on the pants, more gaucho.
LOVE the hair- very now, very then, very sleek.
And Doug- I'm just trying to help because I love you.
Thanks for the nfo on Baudette. I'm more of a Warroad guy, but what the hey.
You should write a post shaming T.C. for not getting a blogger account and commenting on your posts. The dumbass should be able to figure it out, don't you think?
Seems TC beat me to it, BAP. Hi Gomer. And I'll point out that hat is on my brother, not me. It's likely we stopped at a game on the way north and therefore the hat is new. Kids love new things.
The inimitable Sans Pantaloons did it for me.
;)