Joanne did a real nice job getting the house ready for Christmas. She and Katelyn got the tree from the Marblehead Garden Center, and set it up.... all during the time that I was taking Mike and Kelly to Logan for the flight back to Washington, DC. Luckily I had no role at all, which is great, because picking out the tree is my least favorite holiday thing to do.
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Now that my kids are grown, Christmas shouldn't be such an expensive ordeal, although I don't think that Katelyn agrees with me.
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Sunday, November 25, 2007
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Keepin' the Christmas season simple and about me and the baby Jesus is what I am all about. I have never given a present that someone has not commented on how thoughtful I am. If I had a nickel fer everytime someone said, "its the thought that counts" after I give them a present . . . . . but I digress. I am expecting a fine array of present from my collegues and business relations this yuletide. From Marilyn, the copy center gal who I never fail to compliment (be it her figure, or her pouty lips) to Suzanne (the 50 something office manager whose "juicy" (I am being generous) bottom I smack ever now and then to make her feel good about herself), there should be a bevy of snack baskets, company clothing, and heart felt notes full of longing ("this should sweeten your breath", came with a pack a mints from one admirer) and Christmas cheer.
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Keepin' the Christmas season simple and about me and the baby Jesus is what I am all about. I have never given a present that someone has not commented on how thoughtful I am. If I had a nickel fer everytime someone said, "its the thought that counts" after I give them a present . . . . . but I digress. I am expecting a fine array of present from my collegues and business relations this yuletide. From Marilyn, the copy center gal who I never fail to compliment (be it her figure, or her pouty lips) to Suzanne (the 50 something office manager whose "juicy" (I am being generous) bottom I smack ever now and then to make her feel good about herself), there should be a bevy of snack baskets, company clothing, and heart felt notes full of longing ("this should sweeten your breath", came with a pack a mints from one admirer) and Christmas cheer.