This comes to me courtesy of a connection of a connection with a DOT MIL email address, so make of it what you will.
I only hope it doesn’t delay the Merry One on his appointed rounds tonight.
As it is, I don’t know how he’s going to mange to get my prezzies to me, since—while I do have a fireplace—it doesn’t have a, you know, chimney. But then, I’m not sure how I rate on the naughty-nice scale this year. So maybe I don’t care.
(But who’ll eat the double-chocolate brownies I’m putting out, with 1% milk?)
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