This is the last day on the 2009 calendar. I was going to write something long and profound about what a year this has been, until I came across this post from 1000 Awesome Things (really – put this site on your reader). It says everything I would have said, so go on over and have a look, then raise a glass and celebrate what it took to get you here.
Monthly Archives: December 2009
Gerry‘s Honey sent these to me about a week ago. Under the subject line of the email in which they came, she’d written that the last one would be my favorite. She was absolutely right.
We all know those cute little computer symbols called ’emoticons,’ where:
🙂 means a smile and
😦 is a frown.
Sometimes these are represented by
Well, how about some ‘ASSICONS?’
1. (_!_) a regular ass
2. (__!__) a fat ass
3. (!) a tight ass
4. (_*_) an ass hole
5. (_o_) an ass that’s been around
6. (_x_) kiss my ass
7. (_X_) leave my ass alone
8. (_E=mc2_) a smart ass
9. (_$_) Money coming out of his ass
10. (_?_) Dumb Ass
Or, in this case, stare at the ceiling and sing the theme to Sesame Street…
So, here’s the scene: I have no idea how we circled around to it, but Mr. Chili and I were at our end of the table at dinner this evening engaged in some pretty serious (and funny) references to our last… erm … intimate encounter (the in-laws and Bruder were on the other end talking and there were quite a few large-party restaurant noises, so we were pretty safe). There was nothing overtly explicit – it was that sort of playful banter involving code words and facial expressions that, unless you were paying attention, could have meant anything.
Punkin figured out, in short order, what WE meant, though, and there was only so much of that she could take. Her response? She stuck her fingers in her ears, rolled her eyes heavenward, and started singing “can you tell me how to get… how to get to Sesame Street!!”
I haven’t laughed that hard in a long time. My kid is great.
When I drove by a bank thermometer this afternoon, it was registering 51°. Now, I’m not complaining, mind you, but it’s the 27th of DECEMBER. I’m terrified of the proverbial “other shoe;” are we going to get hammered in January and February?
Speaking of which, Mr. Chili has promised that we can go to Florida during our February break! I’m already looking forward to it. Our last day of school is the 19th; I’m going to campaign for a Friday departure – Saturday morning at the very latest. I have no idea what we’ll do when we’re there, but the truth of the matter is that it doesn’t matter a bit to me; all I want is to be in the warm with people I love. Everything else is just gravy.
Christmas day went exceedingly well. There was only minimal drama and disapproval from the MIL. My timing was off on dinner; I didn’t get the roast in in time for Auntie to be able to have any (I’ll do better next year, Sweet), but we got to spend some quality time with her and The Girl, notwithstanding. MeadMaker and Bobbie came for dinner and stayed for a showing of Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, and I believe a good time was had by all. My house is an utter disaster at the moment, but I have little doubt that I’ll be able to rally some assistance from my family in the next day or so.
Not tomorrow, though, as it’s likely that the Chili family – Bruder included – will be heading to the sliding slopes for a little snow tubing. The weather looks as if it’s going to cooperate:
and Bruder brought his cold weather gear, so away we’ll go. My vacuum gets another day of rest!
It’s happened. I didn’t think it would – REALLY – but it has. The biologic has sent me a friend invitation on Facebook.
So. Not. Gonna. Bite.