I know that everyone feels this way, but I HAVE SO MUCH TO DO! I have been diligently documenting the various Christmas festivities of this fair country and haven't had a spare moment yet to put them into any kind of cohesive script. So...
You'll all just have to wait. On the upside? That makes it a perfect day for Random Tuesday Thoughts!
We went on lovely walk Sunday morning and sauntered over to the neighboring farm for a little chat with the farmer who resides there. Well, maybe we didn't really go over to talk with him... it could be that the kids are obsessed with his horses: a brown one and a black one that my kids have fondly dubbed Brownie and Blackberry. There is an excellent little Shetland pony, too, but they haven't named him... I, however, call him Bill.
Yes. Because of Lord of the Rings. You are dealing with a woman who was prepared to name one of her children Merriweather (similar to Meriodoc) just so I could call him Merry, so don't mess with my LOTR fetish, a'ight?
If he'd wanted to. He sensed my apprehension and backed off, though. Lord knows he wouldn't want to jeopardize his steady supply of apples that are frequently smuggled out of my fruit basket by CC.
You think I'm exaggerating his precociousness?
I give you exhibit B:
Almost got his thumb!
In other news of Christmas ideas that sound like a good idea but maybe aren't so fab:
<------------------- Check out this guy! The North Pole's grumpiest elf. This is what his face looked like the entire time he was at the this Christmas event. There is only one word for an elf like this:
Churlish: defined as rude in a mean-spirited or surly way.
Although, upon closer examination of his person and the event in question, I might have to go with:
Aggrieved: feeling resentment at having been unfairly treated.
I couldn't help but wonder if he was a grandson that was continually pressed into the family holiday biz and that he had reached the age where no amount of money is enough to cover the horror of having to dress in this fruity elf outfit.
I admit that I got a case of the giggles laughing at this poor bloke. I had help. It wasn't just me, I swear.
In other random bits....
My youngest son is trying on every swear word he has ever heard. I am surprised at the breadth of his vocabulary for one so young, I must admit. Either he has been listening closely for many moons or he is a very quick study. I don't recall swearing in front of him this much, though, so I am doing some reconnaissance on the bigger boys to see if that is where it is coming from. The Animal actually came up to the other day and said, "Thith fuckin' car won't work." I said, "WHAT??" He said, "Thith fuckin' car." and held it up to me. Almost speechless, I again said, "WHat?!?" And then "Don't say that!!" To which he replied, with a shrug of his shoulders and raising his hands up palmwards, "What? Fuckin'th not a bad word."
*shaking my head in silent despair and wonder*