It is unbelievably cold outside.
Frigid, windy.
I went Christmas shopping yesterday,
I only had the one person left on my list,
my ex’s mother.
She’s a lovely woman but,
she is hell to shop for.
You ask her what she would like and she says,
hand cream,
all she ever wants is hand cream.
It’s enough to drive a butch to drink:-)
I am sure you all have someone like her on your list.
Last night,
I watched How the Grinch Stole Christmas,
on television.
I have probably seen it 35 times,
been watching it since I was a little kid.
Along, with a Charlie Brown Christmas,
wouldn’t feel like Christmas without them.
We always watched them as a family,
all three of us,
giggling.
Whenever I see it,
The Grinch,
I hear my dad saying along with the Grinch,
Roast beast is a feast I can’t stand in the least.
He always said that when we had roast beef,
it never got tired.
You miss those things at Christmas,
reminds you of all you have and all you’ve lost.
Don’t mind me,
Christmas makes me nostalgic,
or it could be that Grinches, Beagles and,
Idealists like my man Linus,
are irresistible.
I’m not quite sure:-)
Tomorrow a review of The International.
Later girls
BB