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Too much of a good thing and not so much of another

Things we have a lot of around Our House right now…

  • Toys. Holy Hell. We only gave the kids 7 gifts a piece. Is that a lot? It’s far less than previous years yet we seem to have toys in every nook and cranny of our living quarters. Perhaps they are breeding ‘neath the festive lighted pine tree.
  • Music. D got no less than three (!) pianos for Christmas. Santa brought him this delightful miniature electric grand, Auntie Em gave him the Little Tikes Rock & Twist Music Machine, and Mama C sent him a big giant floor piano.
  • Used scotch tape. Every time I look at the floor I find yet another piece of tape stuck to the carpet.
  • Candy trays. Normally, not a bad thing. But I must complain that the holidays are the suckiest of sucky times to be allergic to nuts.
  • Laundry. More unauthorized breeding has obviously taken place in the dark confines of the holiday hampers.
  • Twist Ties aka Packaged-Toy Handcuffs.
  • Achronymed Technogadgetry needing attention/programming/set-up. See: Ipod, GPS, MP3, etc, etc.
  • Blessings. Family, friends, health, home & hearth. Need I go on?

Things we are running dangerously short on…

  • AAA batteries. WTF? Somehow I ended up with 2 pack of Cs and no AAAs. Blast it.
  • Money. How many days until payday? Doesn’t matter. It’s already spent.
  • Patience. Daddy-O and I have digressed to yelling matches about why white bath towels are better than colored ones and I have been directed to tell family members they are limited to giving only one gift per child next Christmas. As if.
  • Time-off. It’s back to work tomorrow. And I still can’t see the corner of my living room.

But at least Santa brought B something useful since we don’t have any more money. He actually asked for a rocket launching fishing pole for Christmas. It’s a fishing pole that you cock like a shotgun, pull the trigger and fire the bobber and lure 30 feet. There’s an awful lot of red in that boy.


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