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.

Just read last week's post

No need to post a new post.

Just read last Saturday's post.

I still have the same homework.

And I still have the same poopy dog.

Only thing different around here is that it's colder than hell and I'm one week closer to Christmas with barely any presents purchased. crap.

I don't wanna!!

Oh, I'm such a baby when it comes to homework :) I've got pages and pages to read and then pages and pages to write. I think I'll procrastinate.

It's Saturday and I am so glad. Seems like the last week was record setting slow.

We don't have much work to do at work, so that makes the days creep by. I much prefer to be busy busy busy so the days fly by.

Stinky Boy is a poopin' machine. Why is it that he has to be sick two weeks after we cleaned the carpets? And you can't trust him when he leaves the room -- I have to jump up and follow him every time just in case he's on his way to make a deposit somewhere.

Following a poopy dog isn't very condusive to doing homework -- I probably just shouldn't even start on it :)

see ya!