Super Holiday Updates
Holiday plans have been firming up nicely. Christmas tends to be an anticipated yearly ulcer. From talking to other people, this sentiment is quite mirrored so why do we do this shit to ourselves? I received the following email from Prada on Friday, edited lightly.
"Just got off of the phone with Dad and (we'll call my step mother in law Pain in the Ass.... PIA for short) and informed them of our x-mas plans. I don't know if Mr. Morgan told you but we decided to hit them with a unified front. That we are going over there after my mom's house for a little bit and then we are leaving to spend time with our in-laws. So no x-mas dinner. I told Them that You and -Mr. Morgan- were going to have x-mas evening in (my town, about 40 miles from their homes) so you don't have to drive back and forth, and Mr. Prada and I were going to have x-mas evening with Mr. Prada's family.
Well PIA piped in "What about the Prime Rib?" I said that Christmas should be about us being together as a family and not about a piece of meat. I said we would be over there after we left Mom's...her reply, "I am not sure if we will be up by then." 10:30! I said I don't want to hear it because all of us will be up a lot earlier.
I'm all about that email. Couldn't have laughed harder because honestly, Prada and I both about lost our stomachs last time beef was served at PIA's table. She really is all about making a meal, then refusing to eat until the rest of us are about done, and goes sweaty martyr that she can FINALLY stuff her jowls after catering to us. Watching her devour her tray could easilly be the new diet fad on earth if marketed. I frequently sit across from her at the table, and I have seen more food in her talking mouth than on her plate. No wonder my fork drops early.
Most gifts have been purchased. There are the typical hard to buy for people, who damn near make me want to buy, and wrap a shitty box of cereal. Here, have some cereal and next year don't "oh I don't know what I want" when I ask. So if you get a box of Cheerio's..... it's a massive clue from me.
For Mr. Morgan and I... well we've not entirely decided, but we think (wanna guess which one of us thoguht this idea up?) we will be getting a nice flat plasma tv. Or LCD, or LSD.... fuck I don't know but it's not free. In exchange we won't exchange much at home. He deserves a lil somphin' so I sewed a life sized stocking in secret and plan to tie small inexpensive gifts to my limbs and what nots for him to open and sack race down the hallway in the stocking as his presents!
As a small hint of the Great Duck Hunt of 2006, I can leak the Security Team. They've been going through rigorous training to prepare.
"Just got off of the phone with Dad and (we'll call my step mother in law Pain in the Ass.... PIA for short) and informed them of our x-mas plans. I don't know if Mr. Morgan told you but we decided to hit them with a unified front. That we are going over there after my mom's house for a little bit and then we are leaving to spend time with our in-laws. So no x-mas dinner. I told Them that You and -Mr. Morgan- were going to have x-mas evening in (my town, about 40 miles from their homes) so you don't have to drive back and forth, and Mr. Prada and I were going to have x-mas evening with Mr. Prada's family.
Well PIA piped in "What about the Prime Rib?" I said that Christmas should be about us being together as a family and not about a piece of meat. I said we would be over there after we left Mom's...her reply, "I am not sure if we will be up by then." 10:30! I said I don't want to hear it because all of us will be up a lot earlier.
I'm all about that email. Couldn't have laughed harder because honestly, Prada and I both about lost our stomachs last time beef was served at PIA's table. She really is all about making a meal, then refusing to eat until the rest of us are about done, and goes sweaty martyr that she can FINALLY stuff her jowls after catering to us. Watching her devour her tray could easilly be the new diet fad on earth if marketed. I frequently sit across from her at the table, and I have seen more food in her talking mouth than on her plate. No wonder my fork drops early.
Most gifts have been purchased. There are the typical hard to buy for people, who damn near make me want to buy, and wrap a shitty box of cereal. Here, have some cereal and next year don't "oh I don't know what I want" when I ask. So if you get a box of Cheerio's..... it's a massive clue from me.
For Mr. Morgan and I... well we've not entirely decided, but we think (wanna guess which one of us thoguht this idea up?) we will be getting a nice flat plasma tv. Or LCD, or LSD.... fuck I don't know but it's not free. In exchange we won't exchange much at home. He deserves a lil somphin' so I sewed a life sized stocking in secret and plan to tie small inexpensive gifts to my limbs and what nots for him to open and sack race down the hallway in the stocking as his presents!
As a small hint of the Great Duck Hunt of 2006, I can leak the Security Team. They've been going through rigorous training to prepare.
-DM
posted by DMorgan's Zoo at
10:39 AM
2 Comments:
Wehoo they are the best looking Security crew ever.
Ha Ha Ha
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