Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Merry Christmas. Some assembly required.
Quiet and pleasant. That's the holiday story around here. Quiet except for a couple of dog fights...Smiley is not being so much of a McFriendlyPants towards Climber now that she's feeling like she's a grown-up dog. (She's jockeying for Alpha Bitch, unaware in her youthful folly that that title belongs to ME.)
We got very lucky in the postal lottery yesterday, when the last three presents for Mike arrived on time! Another arrival via UPS was not exactly a Christmas present, but still something the clone and I had been looking forward to -- a new toilet seat. She had found a dealer on eBay with a great selection, and we decided on one with chrome fittings. (The plastic kind just don't seem to hold up over time.) Imagine our delight when it turned out not to just be dark blue, but METALLIC, SHINY dark blue!
I glanced at the directions for putting it on, even though I'd done this task a bunch of times over the years. It did not take long for me to discover they had been written by someone who a) was high, b) was not too S-M-A-R-T, c) had never actually installed a toilet seat and was using his imagination, or d) all of the above.
After an hour, I had it in place. By bedtime, it was way off center and kind of a hazard to navigation. Today I ignored the instructions and used my good common sense, and it's now on there and at this point in time still steady.
Darned pretty, too.
Other things: we need to get batteries tomorrow for several of today's pressies. Also adapters that let you plug a gameport-ended controller into a USB port. (We got Mike a driving wheel and a joystick, but I just assumed the computer he's on now had game ports, and it does not. My bad.)
Also there are a couple of projects I fully intended to complete before Christmas Day which I did not. You are shocked, I can tell.
For today's pic I will first give you the backstory via an old post in The Neon Nurse's Neighborhood News, my 'in hiatus' newsletter:
Probably the strangest present ever given in our family (and it does have stiff competition) was Death. Kenny became an avid role-playing game fan as soon as he discovered them, and one of his favorite characters was named...Death. (Don't let it worry you--he was and is a sweet boy. We all have our own ways of coping.) So I had a brilliant idea--our friend Carol Kimball sewed up a traditional black hooded robe. I already had an antique scythe from a farm auction, and a mannequin ditto. So tucked in behind our tree that memorable Christmas was a looming, ghastly figure...that none of the kids noticed until nearly noon. And then they laughed like maniacs. I guess Death isn't all that scary when he's wearing plaid polyester pants and penny loafers under the robe.
We got very lucky in the postal lottery yesterday, when the last three presents for Mike arrived on time! Another arrival via UPS was not exactly a Christmas present, but still something the clone and I had been looking forward to -- a new toilet seat. She had found a dealer on eBay with a great selection, and we decided on one with chrome fittings. (The plastic kind just don't seem to hold up over time.) Imagine our delight when it turned out not to just be dark blue, but METALLIC, SHINY dark blue!
I glanced at the directions for putting it on, even though I'd done this task a bunch of times over the years. It did not take long for me to discover they had been written by someone who a) was high, b) was not too S-M-A-R-T, c) had never actually installed a toilet seat and was using his imagination, or d) all of the above.
After an hour, I had it in place. By bedtime, it was way off center and kind of a hazard to navigation. Today I ignored the instructions and used my good common sense, and it's now on there and at this point in time still steady.
Darned pretty, too.
Other things: we need to get batteries tomorrow for several of today's pressies. Also adapters that let you plug a gameport-ended controller into a USB port. (We got Mike a driving wheel and a joystick, but I just assumed the computer he's on now had game ports, and it does not. My bad.)
Also there are a couple of projects I fully intended to complete before Christmas Day which I did not. You are shocked, I can tell.
For today's pic I will first give you the backstory via an old post in The Neon Nurse's Neighborhood News, my 'in hiatus' newsletter:
Probably the strangest present ever given in our family (and it does have stiff competition) was Death. Kenny became an avid role-playing game fan as soon as he discovered them, and one of his favorite characters was named...Death. (Don't let it worry you--he was and is a sweet boy. We all have our own ways of coping.) So I had a brilliant idea--our friend Carol Kimball sewed up a traditional black hooded robe. I already had an antique scythe from a farm auction, and a mannequin ditto. So tucked in behind our tree that memorable Christmas was a looming, ghastly figure...that none of the kids noticed until nearly noon. And then they laughed like maniacs. I guess Death isn't all that scary when he's wearing plaid polyester pants and penny loafers under the robe.
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