Despite the four percent of Americans who don’t celebrate Christmas waging war upon it, somehow it survived. I’m sure Bill O’Reilly and the Fox gang (defending our right to drink egg nog)will renew the defense next year starting sometime, oh…around February. Be sure to put a yellow ribbon magnet on your car for that.
My son is here for the Christmas break. I got him a couple of Xbox games for Christmas and I haven’t seen anything but the back of his head since 8:00 am Sunday morning. At least I think it’s him. The grunts of acknowledgement sound familiar.
He’s 15 and spends most of the year with his mom in Memphis. I actually drove to pick him up this year. I can attest to the fact there isn’t any radio reception in Buck Snort, Tennessee. Really. There’s a town named Buck Snort.
I just bought a one-way flight for him home as 13 hours of driving on Krystal and Sonic can burn a man out.
I bought my little sister an XM radio for Christmas and that thing is the best gift I think I’ve ever given. I haven’t totally listened to a complete song yet as it’s too much fun changing the stations to see what else is playing.
We had a small turkey for Christmas. I finished carving it after dinner and put it in a garbage bag for pickup Sunday night. Unfortunately cats love turkey. Some feral feline ripped it out of the bag and totally cleaned the bones on it. So the Fredericksburg Garbage Detail picked up all my trash except for the turkey carcass, thus leaving it in front of my house. If you see any authority types examining a dead turkey downtown, don’t rat me out.
I think that’s enough pointless blogging for this edition. Sorry it was cartoon free (if anyone has a good subject idea, email me. It’s a slow news day).
Until next time,