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We hooked up the horses to the sleigh and went out looking at Christmas lights. I’d like to think my horses have red eyes, but then I don’t have any horses and really drive a honda minivan. We did look a lights and did see some carolers over at that cookie-cutter neighborhood off Gettysburg Ave.

Like the Missus said, we’re Christmas nerds and love homes lit like taky vegas. That’s what Christmas is all about, right? It was good driving by Daco’s house and seeing all his lights. Daco, you should totally run a strand of lights up the Jesus swing. (Daco’s house isn’t tacky, by the way.) In all honesty, though, the inflatable yard santas and snowmen make me want to find a bb gun. That, or rearrange them into compromising positions. That would be best I think. The bb gun isn’t a good idea. Really.

In case you haven’t noticed, but this post has nothing yet to do with the third Sunday of Advent. John the Baptist makes another appearance in today’s readings. He was a wild man with locust breath. That’s enough to make you repent right there. He called the religious establishment a brood of vipers. He got thrown into prison and eventually lost his head.

Can’t forget haiku
so damn tradition won’t die
haiku, haiku poo

That was the worst haiku
written, drank too much eggnog
Now my belly hurts.

Stray cat at our door
They fed it my pastrami
The cat ate and ran.

So, Nodbob and I got the drums out and started working towards our future death metal band.  Neither of us are real fans of death metal, which I think is why its fun to do.

We were at Walmart today, and I noticed a nice (by walmart standards) set of drum heads marked down from 50 to 20, and had to buy them. Yes, another Christmas present for me, JT.

So, we just installed all of them, and then discovered that the damn bass drum is too big.  Gor.

So, we’ll head out to el shoppo du musico shortly, where I’m sure I’ll spend money.

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In other news, we went to an antique shop, where I made, arguably, the greatest purchase of my life:

Nodbob, additionally, got the Stray Cats, which is cooler to listen to, for sure, but certainly not Killroy was here, which is more suitable for framing with respect to the cultural milestone that it was.

Yes.

I recall when BJ and I had the 1 month anniversary (monthiversary) of our couplehood we went to Darryl’s on Merchants Road to enjoy a little date.  It was fun to pay attention to the 16th of each month, as its own little thing.

I was wondering how I’d be with today being a month, but this grief thing has its own agenda, and I’ve found myself not really caring.  Perhaps the previous couple of days cleaned out my sadness for a bit.

I think I’ma gonna get up and wake Nodbob’s sorry ass up in a minute, and I’ll fix us some biscuits and oatmeal (the Sunday morning breakfast of champions).

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Last night he and I brought the drums down from the attic and played around on the guitar and drums.  It sounded horrible, but it was pretty fun.

I’m going to be busy as hell this coming week, putting together MastaG and Pigpen’s presents (hint: its bigger than a breadbox, and its a bunk bed set and massively evil computer system)

Food.  Gobba gobba hey.  Gotta go.