WTF Summer!?

[Volpone]

It must be, what, almost 10pm on Christmas Eve in Merry Old England?

And you with a lovely house and a lovely spouse and a dog and it being Duke Danger Teeth's first Christmas.

Instead of hanging around here, shouldn't you have the little house ape bundled off to bed with visions of sugarplums dancing and all that, while you and Mr. Teeth enjoy a nice hot toddy on the couch by the tree, feet up in front of a roaring fire and the dog laying there?

Merry Christmas babe. Me, I'm snowbound in Portland, OR. It never snows here, so the whole place is shut down and I couldn't get back to Wisconsin for Christmas. I'll probably read a magazine a bit, take a nap, and then shovel out my car (again) so I can go to the hash tonight.

 

[Summerteeth]

It is indeed nearly 10pm!

But alas, I am at home alone (well, apart from Georgie, my beloved hound) with a bottle of Bailey's. Almost consumed. Grandma Teeth has Duke only two miles away (and I wub him so) so that I could have the first night out in yonks -- but only Mr Teeth went to the pub as I has housewifely duties to fulfil (i.e. tidying up the house for Father Christmas to come down the chimney and wrapping presents).

It must be excellent to see snow at Christmas. We don't have any, I had high hopes but it was not to pass.

Why I am talking like Charles Dickens, I shall n'er know.

 

[Summerteeth]

Anyone got any Christmas wishes, btw?

I've just prayed to the Christmas fairy that my little boy has the best life possible. Hopefully as a world-class rugby league player with beautiful and kind women hanging from his arm; but health and happiness will suffice.

I'm really missing him now.

 

[Ramen]

If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.

Really, though, I wish for goodwill towards you lot.