I went to deliver a Christmas present. Drove over. Rang the doorbell.
Her car was in the driveway but there was no answer–till suddenly I saw the window sliding across at the bedroom next to the front door: she was sick, one of her kids was sick, she was glad to see me but she sure didn’t want to come close.
So she screened my calling on her. What a pane.
Well then. After a few moments’ chatting, I told her I was going to doorbell ditch her present, then. She laughed. (It seemed time to let her go lie back down.)
I stepped back to the right, put down the gift box with the handknit inside, rang the doorbell and took off in my car. Take two-strandeds and don’t mall us in the morning.
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Count the puns… no, I’d better not. This post is loaded and I need to wrap and bake and bake and wrap.
So I can knit. I have a selfish cashmere blend scarf that’s almost done. Gretchen wants a mini me with any leftovers…
Happy Christmas Eve!
Comment by Channon 12.24.11 @ 6:34 amhow do I love thee? let me count the puns!
I’m giving myself a Christmas present — knitting on a sweater for myself and enjoying my daughter and grandson
still a bit of baking to do, but just loving being together
Merry Christmas
Comment by Bev 12.24.11 @ 10:15 amTo the tune of WINTER WONDERLAND:
Doorbells ring, are ya listenin’?
I’m sick in bed, yes I’m listenin’
A terrible cold,
I’m feeling so old,
Sleeping in a winter wonderland!
Merry Christmas! We are lazing about here–still in our pajamas, some of us *cough*Irishman*cough*–catching up on blogs and knitting, in my case. Have to conserve our strength for that 11 PM service, dontcha know.
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