Another exotic animal in Ohio. billytea, I'm guessing a Serval--but only because a good friend of mine who lives in that area lost hers three years back. Her ex-husband was a vet who ended up with a lot of exotic rescues and she had named her serval Chervil. He got out of the house and hasn't been back since.
Deena, I'm glad the uper GI went ok and is over.
vw, I'm sure you did well. Hopefully you can relax now that it's over and not worry about the results. (It could happen.)
MG, I can never figure out how parents keep Christmas presents a secret. My own parents were awesome at it, but I just suck at secrets. I'm going to have to work on that.
WindSparrow, glad the laundry crisis was solved.
MG, I can never figure out how parents keep Christmas presents a secret.
Keep all your kid's presents locked in the car trunk.
This year is so much easier. I'm having everything delivered to the office and keeping stuff here. All I have to do is remember not to bring the boys to the office with me.
In years past I kept everything at a neighbor's house.
I can never figure out how parents keep Christmas presents a secret.
Mom either locked them in the trunk or she stored them at a friend's house. It worked better when she stored them at a friend's as we got older, she started getting really impatient and would start giving them to us early.
Keep all your kid's presents locked in the car trunk
I think I could keep the physical secret of the gifts but man, the mental challenge of showing no emotion or revealing any tells would kill me.
Favorite Christmas gift memory that the parents kept secret: The year I was about 5, they bought a jungle gym for the back yard. Since it December in NY, with snow on the ground, they set it up in the living room. I suspect they must have put something into our cocoa, because my sisters and I slept through the furniture moving and the cussing at each other to put the thing together.
I was one of those children who believed that Santa made a lot of noise and used bad words. My father always waited until the last minute to put stuff together. I understand that the year I got my first bicycle, my parents had staggered off to bed only an hour or so before we got up. We were, however, strictly enjoined not to go into the living room before 7 a.m., no matter what we heard.
I don't remember ever trying to find Christmas presents. It could be I was too traumatized by the oft-told tale of my mother's brother, who was using a match for light as he went looking for Christmas parents and burned up the contents of a closet.
I tried and did find my gifts one year. My mother was so angry, she gave them all to me that day and on Christmas morning, I got nothing.
I was the kid that peeked at everything under the tree with my name on it. Mad un-taping and re-taping skillz, let me tell ya. One year I was almost forced to peek at all the gifts because there weren't any with my name on the tag. Fortunately I figured out mom's Top Secret Code of writing a tiny N on the corner of the tag.
Oh, MG, just in case K-Bug calls you... feel free to tell her that you only confided in me about the Rizzo story. I didn't mention to her how I knew about it but I also couldn't resist text msging her with HEY RIZZO! sorry!
