Christmas Eve

It's Christmas Eve Day, and I find myself in the position of being HOME ALONE - at least until my Lady Friend comes home from work.  I've got a few errands to run, and chores to do, so I'm going to try "live blogging" thoughout the day.  I suspect it will be every bit as lame as it sounds.

9:12am: Recently accomplished list includes listening to 10 minutes of Bob 'n Brian, taking a leak, and checking the weather.  I should probably shave.  And shower - I don't think I did yesterday, and something smells funny around here.  Gotta wrap some presents, do some shopping, and clean the kitchen floor.  Not necessarily in that order.

9:25am: I should point out that I'm really only doing this for kicks - not because I think anyone is actually reading today (or even this week for that matter.)  I'm shaved now, BTW.  Note to self, if I get time later, add Salame's link to the sidebar.

10:35am: Back from errands.  I got port for Lady Friend, crickets for Gimpy, and more presents for [top secret].  LF just called my cell to ask about the errands  Note to self: must change cell ringtone back to vibrate mode.  The "Team America (Fuck Yeah!)" theme song is  probably not appropriate for work or Christmas at the in-laws.

11:50am: Just killed twenty minutes on Tetris 2 - old school SuperNES style.  w00t.  Back to the real world.

1:10pm: Whew!  Shoveled more of that damn white sh*t, made an appointment for furnace maintenance, and finished rapping.  No, wrapping!  Well, there was a little rapping as well - gotta listen to music while you rap...er, wrap.

2:04pm: Yikes.  Babies arrived 5 minutes after the last post.  Managed to shovel some yogurt in their respective pieholes and do the dishes.  Half the kitchen floor got washed before Mama got home from work.  Now it's off to the parents for a few hours of holiday mayhem.  Next post will likely be in many hours.

10:24pm: Back from the 'Rents.  A staggering number of presents were exchanged, including 300 pounds of books, a pair of sexy boots, and an electric wrench.  Santa will be here soon - must check Doppler radar now.  (For reindeer piss, of course - you don't think they hold it all night, do you?  And you wouldn't want them peeing on your roof.  So, that leaves only one alternative.)

12:55am, Christmas Day: The carrots and milk have been left out for the fat guy in the red suit.  And Lady Friend just handed me my ass in about 9 straight games of Tetris 2.  The kids will be waking us up in about 6 hours.  Merry Christmas to all...and to all a short night.