Well, you know, I had planned to play the braggart, by showing you this:
and going on about how my Xxx-mas this year looks a bit more like this:
(Don't hate me 'cause it's beautiful.) That there's John Smith's Bay. A tiny, but cute little beach, where I was chatted up by the beach-plow guy.
But, so it's goes, it's a balmy 4 degrees and sunny in Montreal right now. Oh well.
As goes with the trend of all my SG buddies, I don't got none 'o dat Christmas cheer this year. I blame the lack of snow, as we're all dreaming of the white Christmases we used to know.
I'm also, albeit thankfully, away from my folks in Grand-Falls NB this year for the first time in my 25 years. Things feel a little wrong. But with the way my folks have been behaving lately, I'd rather extricate myself from the Reveillon from now on.
And with continued thoughts of conversion, our hostess contemplates doing the Chanukah thing next year with the small, but significant Jewish side of the family. Will Chocolate gelt and latkes beat our gingerbread and turkey? We'll see.
Gelt and latkes go hand in hand with gingerbread and turkey.
As for the Idiot Boy, we'd been together before. He's always been a little weird, so it wasn't all that weird, because he was kissing me everywhere else, but refused my lips. So I asked him, and that's when it all came out. Honestly, WTF? So, he's off my To Do list.