Well, I actually ordered a tree this year-- I wanted a Noble fir, dammit and nowhere around here sells them. It's all about the Scotch pines *ptui* and the Blue Spruce *meh*

For the same money we spent on a tree last year, I ordered a pretty, pretty 7'6" Noble fir that ships on Monday.

Abby wants us to put the inflatable penguin up in the front yard. Considering the level of nutty decorating that goes on around these parts, I just might. I'm thinking of getting flamingos with Santa hats, just to complete the tacky.

Typo Boy, my understanding of gentility is that it is associated with not having to work for your money. If you have property that earns money for you, especially land, that's what makes you a gentleman. But if you built up a profitable business and became wealthy that way, even if now all you do is sit around and watch the money roll in, you're "in trade" and that's not a gentleman's business.

Or so I have gleaned from reading too many Regency romances and other such novels.

I have had good dim sum with a friend and been for a long walk in the woods and now we're futzing about the house and I'm trying to think about where to go for dinner. Brewpub? Mexican? Burgers? Stand in line for Pizzaiolo?

It is a fun picture of mac.

Compare this: [link] to this: [link] (I can't find a better full-face picture of him online.)

So clear who the nose and eyes came from

I'm finally starting to feel better. I think tomorrow I'll actually leave the apartment.

Yeah. The cat peed on the Roomba and killed it ded like a ded thing. I miss Bender.

I hope that secret doesn't get out to all the other cats.

So I am trying to find a pair of Isotoner gloves for my sister for Xmas. They have leather or suede on the back and spandex on the palm. Not only can I not find them anywhere in Halifax, but I can't find anywhere online that ships to Canada. They do have them at Target, so I emailed a friend to see if I could ship them to her and she could ship them on to me. What a pain in the butt.

mac has started singing "Shake Shake Sonora. Shake your bottom down." seriously.

Mac is killing me with the cuteness and the hilarious musical choice.

Sara, the resemblance is really striking!

Tomorrow, we're getting a "weather bomb." Oh yay...

Thanks Consuela. That helps.

yeah, he just kept inserting the word bottom throughout the parts of the song he knew.

then we read the story of farts for bedtime.

he's so typically 7 in so many ways.