Went to a craft show where I didn’t buy anything but did have a few laughs.
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Lunch?
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It came with a flight of margaritas. Blood orange cranberry, traditional and passion fruit.
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It’s $500 more for the W.
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I’m not sure how I rated $2,035 change from a twenty dollar bill,… must be that new math. Sadly I was unsuccessful in procuring the change, no matter how many times I argued computers are never wrong.
A pink flamingo Christmas tree for Mark. The ultimate in flocking.
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This sounds entirely too easy. Has anyone ever tried it?
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Another Spam abomination for my taste bud addled blog friend.
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Porktastic? I beg to differ.
Meanwhile back at the ranch..
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The good news? Lord Dudley Mountcatten has not knocked down the tree.
The bad news? My husband broke the we don’t need any more stuff so let’s not exchange gifts paradigm we’ve been clinging to for the past 6 years and put something big under the tree. Since my beloved has two gift giving modes… expensive jewelry I rarely like and wish he wouldn’t buy or appliances I neither want nor need… I’m going to guess the latter.
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I’ve been married 38 years and no matter how many times I tell my husband appliances are not a welcome Christmas gift, to date I’ve received an upright freezer, a toaster, a washer and dryer, a blender, a convection oven and oh yes, let’s not forget that ever so thoughtful dehumidifier.
I have yet to receive a vacuum, but there’s always next year.
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Where there's only one step from the sublime to the ridiculous.