Goofy Christmas!!

Well, in true Jill style, my family does Christmas as goofy as can be.

It started it out when I ordered a bunch of underwear for Teenager from American Eagle (on sale online -- yippee). When the order shipped, I let Mr. Jill know that "the chicken has left the coop" and to watch for it.. (meaning he needed to watch for the package of expensive britches that would be arriving any day).

Then the package arrives and he tells me that "the Eagle has landed"

Then he makes his shopping list of everything we need to buy for Teenager and Stinky Boy and me, and it's all in code:

Tall One (code for Teenager who is 6' tall):
1)moonlight
2)moonbeams
3)fluffy 1
4)fluffy 2
5)gloves (definately not really gloves)

Mean One (code for me - I guess I had just teased him about something and he said I was MEAN):
1)Flintch
2)Blow (hmm.. not cocaine, not sexual, I wonder what it is)
3)Morning
4)Gloves (again, definately not really gloves)
5)Underwear (obviously not really underwear or he wouldn't have just written it out like that)

Stinky Boy's list wasn't in code because according to Mr. Jill, since he's a dog he can't read:
1)Small friend with no strings (new toy)
2)New harness
3)Nyla-bone
4)Ace bandage (he's obsessed)

So, here's the list that Teenager and I made for Mr. Jill:
1)French Fries
2)Peanut Butter
3)Jelly
I guess we were hungry when we made that list!!

Not that there is any chance in a million years that either Teenager or Mr. Jill read this blog, but I can't risk it, so I cannot divulge the true meaning behind the listed gifts. If Teenager reads this and now knows she's getting some britches, oh well.

My hope for you, all of my bloggy friends, is to have the best Christmas ever. Remember your family and friends that have passed, and enjoy those that are still here.