A Memory of Normalcy

It is about time I write again on this blog, right?

The birthday getaway to Las Vegas was supremely worthwhile as the Wife and I slept in and had a wonderful evening walking around the shops of the Green Valley Resort. Every now and again, one needs to treat oneself.

As for the Christmas plans, it looks like the wife has drained the pocketbook once again. Ask the Wizard if he agrees that the Wife has a real Christmas fetish. The place looks like Santa exploded in here. Oh, well. At least she isn't Miss Bah Humbug. I guess I should be happy.

The Teenager is equally as committed to the holiday spirit as evidenced by the amount of time and energy devoted to wrapping and prettifying every package. She is so addicted.

A Note on Being a Dud

"You gotta blog tonight, honey. Your blog is such a dud."

Soooooo..........

What to say....what to say....

Oh, I know. I will talk about the fact that my wife's razor sharp toenails sliced my knee and I actually started bleeding in bed at 5:00 in the morning. She claims that Touchdown invaded our bed and forced her to snuggle up with me on my side. I don't know if I buy the explanation. All I know is that the shock of being cut in the middle of the night is quite disturbing.

As for the wife, she thinks she is pretty funny. I teach Sunday School to the adults in my congregation and this past Sunday I used myself as an object lesson. I had some static cling and I asked if anyone could tell what was wrong with me. Well, it was like the Wife was on a pogo stick. She was like Horshack on Welcome Back, Kotter. "Oh, oh, oh. I know. I know. Where do I begin?" Oh, she got her laughs. She was pretty proud of her quick wit.

As for Lil Indy, he is a total destructo-boy. He can shred a roll of toilet paper like no other. And he talks. Oh, he talks. He is 19 months old and knows his ABC's and his numbers (more or less). He also knows that he can get chocolate anytime he wants if he just sweettalks his mama or his biggest sister. Needless to say, the Christmas decorations are scaled-back this year. All we need around here is a glass ball ornament in a million pieces on the floor.

My birthday is Sunday. Happy Birthday to me.