Our snowmen gave up the ghost on Christmas day. I don’t blame them. I went to Sears yesterday looking for a teapot for Peggi’s mom (she melted the last one) and I was right in the thick of it, pawing through merchandise with all the other desperate souls. I felt patriotic shopping but not very religious. Maybe if I bought all that “End of Days” nonsense I would feel more religious.
Peggi’s mom walks so slowly these days, I carry my laptop and type as we go. We’re off to Christmas dinner (for 27) at my parents. The madder the better.
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Didn’t you miss the third ‘pa’ after ‘ra’? And that was the most important one!
If you get her an electric tea kettle with an auto off thing she can’t burn it up. Much safer.