In re-planning Christmas with Fred's family (thank you, blizzard), Grandma Judy emailed me asking to know what my druthers are.
Which -- side note -- reminds me. Hey, Channel 8 - I don't really care to hear you proclaim that December has been the 'snowiest December' in Lincoln's recorded history and then chuckle. There really isn't anything funny about it. I was stuck in my house for 3 solid days. We missed our family Christmas. Are you offering to find me a spot to stash all of this snow? I didn't think so. Zip it Coskren.
I digress... let's get back to druthers.
Those sound like bad things to me. So, I emailed her back to let her know my druthers are Greyhound buses, Geometry and broccoli.
Seeing how she announced that she's sending a Greyhound to pick us up and doing Geometry before enjoying our dinner of creamed broccoli, broccoli salad and broccoli... I think I had the definition wrong. And I think this Christmas is going to suck.
4 comments:
ha! you funny girl!!
Oh my, so much snow!
LOL @ druthers.
I want broccoli. And to punch the snow.
I was behind on my Anna Fix. Had quite a few blogs to catch up on. Had to start with "Condolences to the Abominable Snowman" blog and move on. I truly wish we had known each other better back in school because Anna, you crack me up.
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