Welcome to Day 9 of The Twelve Days of Christmas (to be “read” like the song)…
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.
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On the ninth day of Christmas, dear Santa gave to me:
NINE sweet sticky rolls,
Eight sloppy snow angels,
Seven sneaky snatchings,
Six doting relatives,
Five free dinners,
Four hours of sleep,
Three spares in a row,
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It’s a “test run” for Christmas morning.
Mimi’s oven is considering going on strike.
CG and my brother tinkered with it and ordered a new part for a burner (three are on strike). They claim to have “fixed” the oven.
We insisted Mimi do a dry run just to make sure her oven was up to the task of baking Mimi’s Famous Sticky Rolls come Christmas morning.
me some of us, they are as intertwined with Christmas Day as the act of opening presents.
This batch will be mine…
…. and probably The Tackler’s.
Another one – minus the pecans The Tackler strategically spread around on the first batch – will be for my sister (thanks to a recently developed nut allergy) as well as
me anyone still hungry for more rolls.
Tonight my G-ma and G-pa are “baby-sitting” the rolls while they rise in anticipation for breakfast tomorrow. In my mother’s house with six adults, a dog, plus two children who have only slept all night 2/5 of the time so far – it stood to reason that come morning they would be flatter than the Cheerios my son loves to stomp on.
I’d elaborate further and attempt to write something witty and laugh worthy, but if you review the phrase highlighted in bold in the previous paragraph, you will comprehend why I must attempt to attain the elusive sleep while I can.
Because at this point all I really want for Christmas are eight hours of sleep each night. Even seven. Or six.
And Mimi’s Famous Sticky Rolls.
What did your spouse/children/Santa give you today?