Bouncy Castle wrote:God, Del. He really sounds like a Class A Knobhead.
You knew that already Bouncy .
on the bright side. . .it's not hard to make Christmas better here.. and her mother is no ordinary Christmas freak.. it's ME!!!!
I come from a family who would walk two miles to the cattle yards after midnight ..... and would you believe it?.... in the middle of us unwrapping presents.. we would hear dad going off his tree about those bloody reindeer pooping on the roof AGAIN. Really upset! "Boys! Get the ladder!" Now remember... dad was an invalid.. so he would be two rungs up the ladder... and mum would come roaring out of the house.... "Tom! Tom! You'll kill yourself! Get down!" .. us kids in awe... the older boys dragging dad off the ladder ... and tossing reindeer pats down off the roof trying to hit us.. mum yelling up at them that they would cop it when they came down.. running around cleaning up the poo because we couldn't have that lying around on Christmas day... dad mumbling dire warnings about how he was going to wait up next year and he'd have more than a few words with Santa about his bloody reindeer fouling up our roof.... us begging him not to...
Oh the drama!!!
You should've heard the uproar the morningbthe Easter Bunny tracked mud all through mum's perfectly polished floors one year!
Oh the year the reindeer dug up mum's newly planted garden beds.
Bickaxe.... get a balloon pump. It will kill your lungs.
Just keep swimming... just keep swimming.. just keep swimming....