It's Christmas Day! I did not see three ships come sailing in. But I did see three other folks waking up on Christmas day in the morning.
BrilliantEditor and I spent the first part of Christmas day with his family opening presents and having breakfast and chit-chatting about everything under the sun and moon. I got lots of books and movies. Hooray! And some sweaters, too. And a hundred gold bricks.
We all had breakfast together and that was a tasty treat. I most heartily approve of breakfast (especially when, on the night before, the champagne may have flown too freely into my stemware).
BrilliantEditor was handed the phone almost immediately after breakfast to hear my brother, AngerTrain (oh yeah, he's an angry fella again) saying that he wanted to open his presents!
BE and I hopped on over to my parents' house and experienced the classic experience so typical of my family. Upon arrival, there were hellos and glad to see yous and come on in. We picked out where we wanted to sit, and, thinking that people wanted to open their presents, rooted ourselves to the spot. We anticipated immediate commencement of unwrapping activities.
The suspense was terrible! we hoped it would last!
AngerTrain dillydallied around the kitchen for a full ten minutes. First he poured his coffee and then he made more coffee, but had to choose which kind of coffee. Then he lost count of how many scoops. I showed my support of his mathematical acuity by very cleverly saying, "Duh."
So the coffee brews and he decides to look for some Bailey's Irish Cream to put in his coffee. But the bottle of whatever Bailey's type drink has been opened! We must establish how long it has been!
Oh! But PTAMom has a friend who gave her "homemade Bailey's". So AngerTrain tried that and declared it to be good. It then needed to be discussed so as to tease apart the recipe for the mystery moonshine. Dr.Dad voted for some kind of coconut additive. AngerTrain knew there was some chocolate. I suggested booze. Others in the room either remained silent or were unitentionally ignored by me.
Once the homemade, creamy, supposed coconut/chocolate drink was added to the coffee we were not done. Oh no! Now regular cream should be searched for. The carton was not open! We must open it! And open it properly!
There are no soft points on AngerTrain's carton spouts. These are military cartons of cream. They have square bottoms so they should certainly have sharply delineated triangular and easily refolded pour spouts.
You might imagine that this takes slightly more time than the half-assed opening job I do where the pour spout comes out looking well-used before it's been used once. And since it takes more time, we can add this time to the puzzling stretch of time added since our demanded arrival.
And before he sat down with his coffee, he made one more trip around the kitchen to get some cookies.
Cookies for breakfast!
But for all of these mysterious activities, there was a sense of amusement--that this happened again. It would always happen again. And it's pretty good.
I only got 90 bricks of gold at my parents' house. Punks.
Posted by dotty at December 25, 2003 11:30 PM