CC, I heard that from a friend of mine in Philadelphia as well, he said he and his wife were working in the garden in short sleeves today, unheard of for them at this time of year
I haven't bothered in AGES but got invited out over the Christmas weekend and recklessly said no, come to mine. And then thought blast. I'll have to tidy AND decorate.
Steady on Z you have to nip up into the attic first. THEN the introductions to the widows.
They range from 82 (biggest house) to 60 (richest and built on a lavish scale) to 58 (probably the nicest, but still tearful) to 46 (frankly relieved) (4 kids under 18 still at home).
I'd ask a neighbour, I would, but it's been a bad year for husbands in our street. Of the 6 houses in my bit, 4 new widows, only one husband has survived. His wife won't allow him to endanger himself. You can sort of see her point.
Presents? Oh help, forgot all about presents. Mind you I think everyone forgot me too, and I did have Christmas last weekend so two in a row would be greedy.
Secret Santa gift to get for the office, though. And I should probably buy some Christmas cards and get them sent out. They've started popping through the door.
PAC, my brother created a Frankenstein moment about me once, giving me a gift in public which I innocently opened. The LOOKS I got. Every person there suddenly saw me in a different light. Could have murdered him.
still doesn't count as a Frankenstein moment, though. If they had said okay girls, up to the room with you, that's a Frankenstein moment, realizing what you had been saying and thinking was completely not what they were saying and thinking ...
I am of course assuming going to the room was not on your minds
(cough) groupies! (cough cough)
There now you have seen my mind. Like a kitchen sink. Ohhhhhhhhhh noooooo
Pedal, come ON. You were never chatting with someone you thought was interesting and suddenly realized 'interesting' was 'wildly out of touch with reality'?
Scary when you try logic and the person looks at you with bland mad eyes and heads straight on their chosen path to ultimate destruction ...
okay that's imagination kicking in again. I HAVE TOO MUCH IMAGINATION.
Ah, had those moments too. When you suddenly realize you were completely and absolutely wrong about someone and had built the person you wanted them to be in your mind, no relation to the reality!
Beginning to feel a tiny bit like Christmas
Z, she's a Scottish widow. She'll lift you