6:00 Christmas morning? Boy, they sleep in!
I don’t believe in “binge-watching” There are so many other things to do. I will watch one episode a night, unless it’s a 2-parter. I’m currently into “This Is Us”; last night I watched the last episode of season 1. One down; 3 to go!
Christmas tradition? My daughters have a tradition that the first one to wake up wakes up the second one. They have “sister time” in the early hours of Christmas Day (since we don’t open presents until my husband gets home from work, as he’s a 3rd-shifter).
I have NEVER had a “Cabbage Patch Doll”. My first year working in retail was 1983…the year those little monstrosities came out. I was on the front line of that insanity. To this day, I can’t stand the sight of them. I’m thankful that my daughters also thought they were ugly.
A good secretary is automatically an editor. I’ve been in the administrative field since 1986, and with my current boss since 2008. The strangest thing I’ve ever had to help a boss with: my own quarterly review (not this current boss). He literally told me, “You know how I feel about you; just write something good.”
Personally, I don’t know how anyone can get past the smell of peas.
My daughters loved to sleep with as many stuffies as they could. One day, I picked up my younger daughter from daycare. I noticed that all of the kids were napping when brand new teddy bears (It was usually nap time when I’d pick her up). The teacher told me that Officer Friendly came by & gave all of the kids stuffies for Christmas. They were all “normal teddy bear sized”. Suddenly, I hear my daughter calling me; she ran up to me, holding a HUGE yellow dog, about the same size as her! I don’t know why she got the honor of this huge stuffy. “Yellow” got added to her menagerie, being big enough to be an extra blanket when it’s cold. My daughter is 15 now, and she still sleeps with Yellow.
My husband was in the room with me during both of my children’s births. I even had to fight to have him – and my friend Rayanne, who was a nurse – in the room with my first (the second’s doctor wasn’t such a jerk). Since both were c-sections, he got to see the whole thing. We like to joke now that he knows me “inside and out”.
My childhood church didn’t have Christmas pageants. I’d always wanted to be in one, but once I grew up, I figured that was it. Fast forward to Christmas of 2004. I was asked if my little daughter, who had just turned 2, could be an angel. There was another Mom with a 2-year-old son, who was also asked. They told us that WE could also dress as angels and hold our little ones: Big angels holding little angels. Now for the punch line: we were both also pregnant! So there I was, 40 years old, pregnant, holding my daughter, with another pregnant angel holding her son…at my first-ever Christmas pageant!
This isn’t an alter-ego, like Vicky; this is a younger self. I don’t think Jimbo HAS an alter-ego.