I just finished putting the lights on our tree. Blue spruce are prickley. They kick up my allergies, too. I’m sniffing like I just rolled in a pile of freshly cut grass in May. And my fingers would look like I had the pox if I didn’t wear gloves while getting those suckers in the… Read More ouch. nice. ouch. nice. ouch…
If you wake up Thanksgiving morning and see this outside your window, don’t panic. An air rifle should take care of the problem fairly easily. That aside, Uncle Crappy hopes y’all have a safe and happy Thanksgiving.
So let’s hear it: What’s the best gift you gave, and what’s the best one you got? Uncle Crappy will weigh in later in the week, because he’s got a couple more Christmases to go.
Uncle Crappy and The Wife wish everyone a happy holiday. Be safe, have fun and be ready to tell me about the loot next week.
Merry Chris… Wait. That one’s not allowed. Happy holi… No. That one’s wrong too. Go fuck yourse… OK. Not exactly a positive reflection of the holiday spirit. Or the Christmas spirit. Or whatever. I can’t make a blanket statement about the conservatives who are trying to reinsert Christmas to the forefront of our collective consciousness… Read More merry, um, whatever.
Sorry. I’ve been working, shopping, eating, mailing, drinking, driving, mailing, drinking, baking (yes…), watching, decorating, shopping, drinking, working, eating, wrapping and shopping. Whew. I need a beer.
Uncle Crappy 