Sunday, January 8, 2017
Today I am grateful for a good yuk. I needed a yuk today and when I was tearing apart Christmas decorations I got one.
I spend a lot of time putting my village out. So much that I don’t do it every year because I’m so picky. I put Styrofoam underneath the houses so that I can poke real branches into it and then dribble paint on them to make them look like the snow is melting off. Yeah, I know. A bit much. But it’s fun and I love doing it.
Usually one of my friends sons does obscene things involving the snow angel guy and the guy squatting to build a snow man. A few times the deer was involve with them in an impossible to achieve, more than kinky, menage-a-troi. It must have been too crowded this year because all of the players were in original positions. How oddly disappointing.
Except there was a silver plastic spoon stuck in the foam, like a twisted satellite dish. My youngest son went looking for it when he and his family were here for Christmas Eve. Silly me, I would have blamed one of the little kids. Ha-ha!
Before putting the village houses away I pulled all of the trees, bushes, people, etc. off and put them on a tray so I could package and wrap them. Imagine my surprise. . .and chuckle. . .when I found three bacon & water chestnut canapes, which I served on Christmas Eve, in the mix.
Should I blame the grandkids? No way. These petrified things have my youngest son’s fingerprints all over them. I almost saved them for next year, but decided against it. I needed the yuk! Thanks, Packy.