Oh really?

The thing is, I parked within the lines at Costco last Sunday . . . contrary to the accusations of the anonymous commenter on the previous post who determined that I deserved to have my vehicle “keyed” in five separate places.  I suspect that commenter has personal experience . . . otherwise, how would he/she know what, exactly, the criteria is for vandalizing another person’s property.  What a dork.  I only published your comment so everyone could see what an idiot you are.

I managed to get my Christmas cards in the mail today.  Yesterday, I devoted myself to preparing three packages to be sent to Texas to relatives . . . and wouldn’t you know, they’ll be late anyway.  Oh well.  Tomorrow, I’m thinking about making Christmas cookies for the neighbors . . . a gesture to all the families of the boys who tend to hang out here.  (Yesterday, two brothers were here for almost an hour and NONE of my boys were even home.  How funny is that?)

Our church is having a little pageant on Christmas Eve and I’m telling you, the daily practices are really cramping my style!  (Even though I personally don’t have to attend.)  At least we’re only having one service this Christmas Eve.  Usually, my husband is gone from the afternoon until after midnight.  That’s why I instituted our annual Christmas Eve meal:  nachos.  I wanted our Christmas Eve dinner to be festive, easy and kid-friendly.  They think it’s really cool to have nachos for dinner and it’s really easy (they mostly like the fake-nacho cheese that comes in a can, which I hate . . . but boy, it’s simple!)  I make fancier nachos for myself. 

Saturday night, we went to a dinner.  Guess where it was held?

And I found the sign I’d like to have hanging over my room in the nursing home:

I found that sign very amusing, almost as amusing as anonymous commenters.