Christmas 2007

I can't tell you how this pear made me laugh all Christmas.
I really AM that puerile. But then, it seemed, so was everyone else.

Christmas was good, there were plenty of laughs, unfortunately the donkey laugh I am not enormously proud of got an outing. And even worse, I was laughing at my own joke. That's not good etiquette is it now? But it IS a great joke.
Ready?
Two parrots sit on a perch, one says "Can you smell fish?"
I'm laughing again. It kills me. I really need to get out more.

There was also much laughing as we played board games, which I am a huge fan of. I love Taboo and Pictionary and we played many a round of those. PIT also came out of hiding for its traditional Christmas outing. For anyone that hasn't experienced PIT, oh my god, you are missing out, your life is a little emptier for your not having played. Although it is worth pointing out, although this is a card game, I have seen injuries occur, blood drawn. Voices become hoarse and possibly your policeman neighbour may call round, drawn by the yelling audible from one detached house to the next. I made a video, I was going to share, till I realised that I'd held the phone the wrong way up and muffled the sound.

Mum managed to get her hands on a Wii so we spent a good deal of time partaking of Wii sports. Come Boxing Day I thought I'd broken myself, my right arm was virtually useless and I'd pulled the muscles in my back too. After a damn computer game. It was the baseball that did it. I was too violent in my throwing I think.
I did wake up to this though: Really, could she be any more adorable, curled up and cuddling my arm? I do so adore my Mifford.

I must say, because I've written many sentences and not really related any tales of my misadventures, that I did, perhaps, have a minor incident.
I was meeting Mum, Jean and Muriel at my house after a brief sojourn to the Post Office. I pulled up late, rushed into the house to grab my stuff, ran out to Mum's waiting car, leapt in the car and leapt out again squealing. I tore another skirt. That's three now. However, on this occasion it split from hem to waist. All I can say is thank goodness I was wearing a long coat. The world does not need to be exposed to me, well, exposing myself. I really feel the need to point out that these were not tight skirts, so I obviously need to address the way I enter cars.

We were really lucky this Christmas - Santa was kind. Yeah I still believe. What of it?
Check it out:

And here's one of the carnage after the wrapping was removed:


It was a lovely time!
By the way, you see the Christmas tree? That's one of four. Yes, FOUR at my mother's house. My Christmas decorations comprised three baubles. Have you seen those baubles that have names on them? I can do my entire name in baubles. I have no idea why I still find this cool. But I do. Possibly because I am inherently UNcool.