The next day was a little something we like to call “Christmas.” Maybe you’ve heard of it? While everyone else was snoring away at visions of sugar plums, I got up and made Spice Applesauce Muffins and then served them with tea in bed.Don’t you wish you were married to me? Yeah, sometimes I wish I was married to me, too.
Urban Street Pirate thought we had given him a stole. I considered explaining it was, in fact, a largish bath mat, but decided to leave him his sad little dreams.Besides, I think he looks good in it. If you see him out at the bars tonight, be sure to compliment on it.
I also found a totally cool picture frame at a consignment store,so I went out to Ocean Beach, shot some random pictures and blew one up for it as another R Man present. He likes, but then again, it’s all about the frame.
In my post about the new color in the dining room, that sharp-eyed minx, Diane von Austinberg, demanded to know what we were putting in the living room where the astronaut picture had been. Zip it sister, I wanted to snap, it’s a secret. Well, now the truth can be told. R Man’s christmas present is up on the wall where the astronauts lived so happily for so long.And then Christmas was over. How was yours?