Things are a little hectic right now in the Valhousehold. I took my mom to the doctor this morning for a follow-up appointment ON CHRISTMAS EVE, and now I am behind four or five hours. Nothing is wrong with Mom. Nothing new, anyway. Just a regular appointment.
I PROMISE to fill you in on our escapades tomorrow, or as I have time.
The LICK will have to wait.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good finger food buffet and round of games at your sister the ex-mayor's wife's house tonight.
Merry Christmas! I'm off for a Christmas glass of dirty water on the rocks.
ReplyDeleteWishing all of you a fun night of fingering the foods and playing games. I am sucking a lemon because my salivary gland is swollen and I look like a hamster storing Val's famous Chex mix.
ReplyDeleteHop you have tons of fun with your festivities, all I want is a shower!! Still waiting for water.
ReplyDeleteFingering foods? I hope your family has a wonderful time tonight. (Dinner at your sister's means no warming up at Val's house!)
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas to you and everyone at Unbagging the Cats.
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joeh,
ReplyDeleteDon't let it go to your head! Some of your citizens can't tell the difference. I wouldn't want you pulled over for driving under the influence of dirty water.
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Linda,
Is your salivary gland swollen, or are you just glad to read me?
"If only, if only," our poor Linda sighs,
"Val's Chex was as tasteless as that which I buys,"
(Let the record show that the swollen salivary gland made Linda so delirious that her subject/verb disher-outer was out of whack.)
"I sit here tonight, all swollen and lonely,
Wouldn't miss store-bought Chex...if only, if only."
As you might surmise, if Linda can't have Val's World-Famous Chex Mix, then nobody can.
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Kathy,
I had tons of fun with my family festivities, AND a shower. Though not at the same time.
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Sioux,
Yep! The warming was on my sister the ex-mayor's wife's shoulders, not mine.I heard her exclaim, ere we drove out of sight..."I want SEVEN ovens, next year, for this night!"
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Stephen,
Thank you. Hick thanks you, Genius thanks you, The Pony thanks you, sweet, sweet Juno thanks you, dimwitted Ann thanks you, the four cats of the garagcalypse thank you, the as-yet-uneaten-by-the-neighbor-dogs chickens thank you, the mini-pony thanks you...but the goats are rude animals, and pretend not to hear your best wishes.
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Birdie,
So fancy! I'm not worthy!