Welcome to Day 4 of The Twelve Days of Christmas (to be “read” like the song) – Dances with Chaos style……………
I know, so incredibly original the concept blows your mind – Matrix style. This will be usurping the usual Tacklerism Tuesday and “What the frak?” Friday segments until completed.
On the fourth day of Christmas, dear Santa gave to me:
Four hours of sleep,
Three spares in a row,
Because somehow you realize at 12:15 AM you’re out of cat food and Computer God must make an emergency run to the grocery store.
After his previous required return to work for the noise canceling headphones he left behind.
And the camera battery is not in the camera bag and is instead applying for residence in your friend’s purse – at her house.
And you have an early flight the next morning.
And you still haven’t finished packing because you haven’t discovered the puzzle placement required to fit all of the boots, winter coats, clothing, diapers, and entertainment for two adults and two kids into only two suitcases without braking the bank from the cost of checked luggage.
I’d elaborate, but those last four hours are ticking away.
Ooops. I almost posted “Dead Santa” instead of “Dear Santa.”
That would have really changed the tone.
Wish me luck.
What did your spouse/children/Santa give you today?