Something woke me around 3am this morning. I arose, to go piss, and saw the shadow under the door of someone walking past my room. I whipped the door open to startle either the wife or one of the kids, hoping to elicit a shriek, and no one was there. The wife and kids were each snoring softly in their own beds. A quick check of the house showed everything closed and tight and secure.
Yet something had passed by my door.
The UPS man has been dropping off edible gifts, so we will be having a couple of feast days, with no real cooking involved. I hate to tear it up, because it is so beautiful, but the next time my stomach growls, the gingerbread house gets it. And I've heard (read) people bitching about Hickory Farms...well fuck you, I love the stuff.
...and brandy, and egg nog...
And my youngest Marine stopped by with his new girlfriend (she was so blonde I asked her if the 'curtains matched the drapes'...was that wrong?) and dropped off some gifts, and he gave me a mint in box Spawn Malebolgia figure from 1997, that talks!
You have no idea how difficult it is for me to not tear it open and play with it.
Well, must go, the oldest daughter just called and they are coming over to see us. People know to call before they arrive. The wife and I ordered a Domino's double cheese and jalapeño last night (munchies, dontcha know) and it seemed to make the delivery goon nervous when he saw my P85 pointing in his general direction. Quit looking at my wife's tits, asshole.
It is generally a terrible idea to surprise me.