Christmas 1972. Did I not have the most amazing fashion sense even then? I mean what stylish girl DIDN'T wear gogo boots and an Indian headdress? Kind of a precursor to Spice Girls meet the Village People, n'est-pas? Such a trend setter. Ah well, enough of that shocking trip down memory lane...
This is PURE weirdness. Christmas Day in Pennsylvania hit the 50s. I was walking around on concrete, outside, in bare feet...comfortably. Now I've been known to scamper out to the mailbox in a light snow with no shoes but that's not the same as strolling about aimlessly. It's December in the northern hemisphere! It should not be warm enough to do this on Christmas Day!
I used to give my kids a new tie dyed shirt every Christmas. They finally organized in revolt against that tradition so it stopped a couple years ago. This year my stepmother, bless her heart, ASKED specifically for tie dyed shirts. I was all too happy to provide her with some of my handiwork.
After the "Monty Python toilet paper debacle of Christmas '05" I told Mr. Lime I expected something that showed a wee tad more thought and effort, specifying that it did not mean I expected him to go to huge expense. I understand the concept of 'budgetary constraints' but a roll of joke toilet paper does not exactly express sweet devotion. This year I am proud to commend him for his efforts. I got a 49 square foot crossword puzzle with over 28,000 clues. He complains I do them too quickly. I think this should keep me quite occupied for a long time.
Mr. Lime also gave me a gift card showing he was thinking ahead to our golden years. It said, 'for our retirement' and was attached to the above deed for one square metre of land in Queensland, Australia. I'm an absentee landowner in the land down under! I can't even tell you how hard I laughed when I opened that one. By crikey, I've got some work to do if I'm gonna have land in Oz! There is slang to be learned, pub etiquette to be mastered, vegemite to acquire a taste for....Alright, mate...I'm off then Avagoodone!