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Showing posts with label Christmas Scrapbook. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christmas Scrapbook. Show all posts
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Dear Santa... Again
Ah, what the hell... let's drag out that ol' Dear Santa letter
from last year. Naughty or nice, for the grown-up girls and boys.
from last year. Naughty or nice, for the grown-up girls and boys.
Monday, December 15, 2008
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Monday, December 24, 2007
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Friday, December 21, 2007
Thursday, December 20, 2007
The Weather Outside Is Frightful...
...but the fire inside is delightful.
Reach out to the
and warm those tootsies.
Reach out to the
and warm those tootsies.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Dear Santa
Write your letter to Santa.
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at John's Christmas party. It was Mary who spiked the punch with too much cappuccino. I can't help it if I drank 666 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like pumpkin spice.
I thought it was funny when I put Suzy-Q's sports bra on my head and danced the tango on the bed while singing `Sweet Emotion'. I didn't mean to break John's TV and don't know why John would sue me for capital murder.
I don't remember calling Steven's wife a horrendous cow---even though she looked like one with magenta eye shadow and purple lipstick!
And when I threw up on Mary Lou's husband's thigh, it was only because I ate too much of that spinach.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my pickup truck through my neighbor's front door. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a gorgeous panther and have me arrested for B&E!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all fiery and gigantic. And I'm really not to blame for any of this energetic stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and airily yours,
La de Boheme (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 20 bucks!
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at John's Christmas party. It was Mary who spiked the punch with too much cappuccino. I can't help it if I drank 666 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like pumpkin spice.
I thought it was funny when I put Suzy-Q's sports bra on my head and danced the tango on the bed while singing `Sweet Emotion'. I didn't mean to break John's TV and don't know why John would sue me for capital murder.
I don't remember calling Steven's wife a horrendous cow---even though she looked like one with magenta eye shadow and purple lipstick!
And when I threw up on Mary Lou's husband's thigh, it was only because I ate too much of that spinach.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my pickup truck through my neighbor's front door. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a gorgeous panther and have me arrested for B&E!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all fiery and gigantic. And I'm really not to blame for any of this energetic stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and airily yours,
La de Boheme (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 20 bucks!
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