Its Christmas day, and as tradition has it, (it's not really a tradition since I just started last year) I will do my laundry today, as its stacked to the ceiling and the laundry mats are empty. Baby and I will go to the dog park. I'll hit a meeting at noon. I'll go for a walk. I'll savor Christmas. I'll digest... and digest.
There's not to much to say this morning, I'll save it for tomorrow, as I start recalling theatre memories, before some of them are forgotten. Merry Christmas, keep your feet moving...
3 comments:
And may your Christmas Day be Merry! Code word is wishies...doesn't that sort of work?
Playing charades with a buch of netertainers is one of life's rare great plesures. Try it.
I'm surprised you didn't play charades with the Palmer's when you were at their house. They must have been trying to get your hip healed. They had a hot game of Pictionary going with the Griffin's when we stopped by yesterday.
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