Ahhhhh… Maybe it’s the icey cold rain… maybe it’s the bad coffee or the cinnamon rolls that wouldn’t rise… or maybe it’s waking to the lovely sounds of my daughter’s vomiting… but there’s nothing like a perfect Christmas morning.
Sorry, I meant “it’s.”
Oh well. We are nothing if not persistent. We propped Pepperkat up on the couch and had Whiny open her presents and show them to her. She grimaced at all the appropriate places. Meanwhile, Mrs. R hacked up a lung or two while joyfully tearing into her Complete Peanuts.
It doesn’t matter, anyway. Everyone knows that Christmas is all about me! I got more prezzies than anyone. ‘Cuz I rock. I got a copy of the book I’ve been sitting in Barnes and Noble reading for free for the past month, a recap of the Red Sox championship season from the Boston Globe, a couple of nifty sweaters, a Star Wars RPG, and (finally, now that everyone else is finished with it so I won’t have anyone to play with) City of Heroes!
So, to recap: rain, vomit, no breakfast, prezzies for me.
God bless us. Every one.