Laundry? Check.
Pecan pies baked? Uh… bake a…
-was I supposed to make something this year?
Ugly Christmas sweater? Oh poo.
Alien Invasion? Oh geez. *shakes head -Not again.
Are you ready? For the Christmas thing? Or the Alien situation?
Apparently not.
With all the caroling of the bells filling in the seasonal sounds of the air, toasty warm fireplaces wafting our holiday noses, and keeping a lookout for the big man in red in the sky. It all came to a screeching halt last night in beautiful Southern California when we all looked up from our geotagged, Los Angeles flip-flops, and saw something coasting across our nighttime skies.
Was it an alien? Stop it.
Many thought so. You’re nuts. So did my neighbor, with a comment so matter-of-factly, “Well, I guess they’re here. We can all stop pondering the ‘are they/aren’t they’ quandary.”
You tell ’em, kiddo. Your neighbor’s nuts too.
Was it Santa? Cut it out.
Dammit… That be quaint; but I’m pretty sure he’s a couple days early yet.
Was it a hot air balloon with my picture on it? You can do that, you know.
Of course you thought that…. Uh, definitely, ah-no.
Alright, alright. It was SpaceX at Vandenburg AFB, launching ten Iridium NEXT satellites, into orbit with the Falcon 9 rocket. And boy, was it a fascinating sight! Finally, she gets to it.
As long as it wasn’t messing with Santa’s visit this year, I’m okay with it.
Dear Santa,
This year I just want to ride an elephant again, in those sparkly tank tops I asked you for… Thanks so much! I love you!
-Rita
Now, how the heck am I going to start making this sweater?
I’ve got the wine, so I guess I’ll start there and enter the goodreads.com giveaway. Oh wait, I can’t enter it because I’m hosting it with goodreads! Duh!
But, anyway YOU guys (and gals) can enter though…
Does anyone else hear angels singing?
It might be the vino sweater kicking in.
Funny and the angle singing was your Christmastime cd:)