On my seventh birthday, I wanted a toy fire truck, and I didn't get it, and you were real nice about it, and then the house next door burnt down, and then real firetrucks came, and for years I thought you set the fire for me. And if you did, you can tell me!

Xander ,'Same Time, Same Place'


Natter 64: Yes, we still need you  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


Typo Boy - Dec 26, 2009 3:03:10 pm PST #27420 of 30001
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.

That cough sounds like "stay in while your boyfriend brings you back Indian food". Holmes will still be there when your cough is better for tonight, TWBB can compensate for delayng seeing Holmes by getting to pick the Video he picks up on his way back from the Indian place. (Unless you have good choices via internet or on-demand).


Jesse - Dec 26, 2009 3:23:42 pm PST #27421 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Thanks, y'all! I had a nice birthday seeing Sherlock Holmes with my parents, and opening more presents, which I always enjoy. Possibly my favorite thing was the knife block I saw in their attic the other week, and asked for! I really think this notion of giving stuff we already own has a lot of legs -- many of my family members have similar tastes, and most of us have too much stuff!


Jesse - Dec 26, 2009 3:35:27 pm PST #27422 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

A friend of mine sent me a hilarious someecard, but I think this one is even more apt, in my experience: [link]


flea - Dec 26, 2009 3:38:05 pm PST #27423 of 30001
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My best friend's birthday is the day after Valentine's Day. At least her husband never ever forgets it.


Jesse - Dec 26, 2009 3:39:12 pm PST #27424 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Heh. My parents came pretty close this year -- when I went over there the other day, they had one thing written on the calendar for today. Kwanzaa. And THEN my mother was reading the horoscopes and forgot I was a Capricorn. Seriously, family?!?!


tommyrot - Dec 26, 2009 3:46:01 pm PST #27425 of 30001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

So I just got a set of those Buckyball magnets for myself and omg they are the funnest toy evah!


Beverly - Dec 26, 2009 3:49:48 pm PST #27426 of 30001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

We leave our tree up till Old Christmas, Jan 8.

Of course, we have left it up till February when it was particularly pretty. Or we were extraordinarily busy. Or lazy. I threatened to remove the ornaments and replace them with valentines, and Easter eggs, and little flags and canons and firecrackers, and jack o' lanterns, and turkeys, and thus around to Christmas again. The kids cheered. H got off his duff and helped me de-ornamentize.


DavidS - Dec 26, 2009 3:51:16 pm PST #27427 of 30001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

Amy Grant, pop/Christian singer, ties firecrackers to the tree and sets it off (in the yard) on New Year's Day to start a bonfire. I like that.


bon bon - Dec 26, 2009 3:53:37 pm PST #27428 of 30001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.

My parents put a tree in a fire once. It exploded, because every needle burns at once, and the neighbors called the FD. Not recommended.


Beverly - Dec 26, 2009 3:57:52 pm PST #27429 of 30001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

Ooh, I like that! (ETA--Firecrackers on the tree in the yard, not an esploding tree in the fireplace)

A friend's mom always did the Advent journey. She'd set up the creche under the tree, with M&J, the animals and shepherds, but the manger would be empty and the wise men across the room somewhere. The wise men would move a little toward the creche every day, and on Christmas Day the baby would magically appear in the manger. The wise men would continue their journey, and by Jan. 8, they would arrive at the creche. She'd take down the tree and other decorations and leave the creche another day or two. Her kids (and I!) always looked forward to the journey, and loved to spot the places where the wisemen were as they made their way to the creche.