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Yeah, I did it to make my sister mad....

And apparently it may have worked. What might that be, you ask? Well, I'll tell you.

I killed our Suburban. You know, the one we should never have bought in the first place? The shiny expensive bauble that was going to take us all over Washington state tomorrow in a wild frenzy of familial visits, over indulgences in artery-clogging items full of trans-fats and sugar, and of course the no-holds-barred present unwrapping. In three different places between now and Monday evening. This was the plan.

The plan is not to be. While you're pondering this, here's the picture I surreptitiously snapped with my cell phone camera when the kids visited Santa tonight.

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The male in the photo without the white facial hair, was not pleased at the prospect of being seen at the mall, in a tie and with his parents At one point I forgot my place in the whole grand Teenage Code of Conduct While Out In Public, and I tried to touch his hand, thereby breaking a MAJOR rule and perhaps even causing a temporal shift in the time/space continuum For all I know, I've set something in motion that will bring about the end of life in our universe as we know it.

But enough about the end of the world.

My Suburban will not be taking us anywhere in the next couple of days. There is something terribly, terribly wrong with it and we were lucky to make it home from Steilacoom tonight.

God rest ye merry gentleman, let nothing you dismay......

I will admit to a bit of dismay right now. Just a smidge.


    You are lucky it is christmas, God can't stand people who humiliate their teenage sons. You are lucky it was just the vehicle rendered immobile.

  2. I have posted a music clip at my place which has been compared to your daughter's. I would say it is less embarassing, as the children involved aren't mine, but you can be the judge (Vicus already has).

  3. Anonymous1:03 PM

    here's hoping it's not engine ferrets or drive lice or anything expensive. dang. anywho, merry christmas, pam!

  4. I suggest that next year you hire Vicus to come to your private abode and dress as Santa Claus for the family picture and for your son't sake. Oh wait... we wouldn't want to scare the young children and cats... Nevermind!

  5. oops, I meant to say, "for your son's sake"

  6. Kindness, that would be easy. I dress like that all the time.


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