While we do love our readers, we don’t have three French hens for you. Wouldn’t it be an interesting post if we found our versions of all the things from the “Twelve Days of Christmas” song? It would probably take us most of the year to perform this quest; I’ll remember it as long as I can! I should put an appointment every week in Google calendar; modern technology does take some of the annoyance out of getting older.
We’re back to real life again after Christmas; however, we still have a couple of pictures that didn’t get mentioned in time for Christmas. Let’s enjoy them first:
He has such an enthusiastic expression on his face, which is unexpected for a man as busy as St. Nick is at Christmas. I guess it could be a favorite cookie on a plate (unlikely), or maybe he has noticed some spiked eggnog left as a treat. My best bet is that some sex kitten is sitting by the chimney singing “Santa Baby” to him as he enters the room. Check out the link to hear Eartha Kitt’s smokin’ hot version from the early ’50s. Rawr!!
Okay, Santa looks interested, but what’s the deal with his old friend Frosty?
Despite the smile, poor Frosty looks pretty grumpy! It has something to do with his expression–that squinky left eye or perhaps the mashed carrot nose. Hopefully there isn’t a sudden burst of warm sunny weather heading his way.
Okay, onward to our main mission–the regular nonholiday stuff, and do we ever have a bunch of it!
There really isn’t any way to convey the size of this Harlequin black and gold pin:
except to tell you it’s perched on my ample thigh! It was just as heavy as it looks and probably six to eight inches long. If you dared to pin it to a sweater, you would run the risk of indecent exposure via your stretched-out neck hole (just as a FYI do not ever Google the words “neck hole” as I did researching the correct term for that part of a sweater!).
This is the picture of what got me started on the Twelve Days of Christmas idea:
I so wanted it to be a partridge in a pear tree, but really there are four birds, and none of them a partridge. Not to mention that the daisy-like bush in no way resembles a pear tree. It just goes to show you how weird the workings of my brain are–and no I wasn’t on pain meds either, although it would make a good excuse. I am sort of worried about the upside down bird, clinging to its branch; hope he can get straightened out.
We had seen a similar picture in the past, and commented on it:
Then Sheila, a fellow blogger, garage sale enthusiast, and reader, sent us a picture of this same fellow, and we danced a jig for being spared the sight of Gollum the bartender’s twin brother. Well, we recently saw our own version of the Gollum waiter, and we hope it’s the same one Sheila saw more than a year ago, transplanted to our Goodwill. Surely, there couldn’t be two of them!!? Now more than ever, make it a double, Precious!
We aren’t sure why people do this, but it’s the best one we’ve ever seen:
We had to laugh at the hat that was fashioned out of Mrs. Butterworth’s screw-on top. All in all, a very creditable painting job; it took us a few minutes to even decide it was a Mrs. Butterworth bottle. Of course, we have to ask what would you do with it after you dragged it home?
Let’s bring in 2014 with something good:
I don’t know why you need a waffle iron the size of a Buick, but if you do, this is the one for you. The little dial says cold, bake, and hot. I hope that conveyed information to the cook of yesteryear, because I’m not exactly sure at what temperature you would want to add the batter. I do admire its shininess, and the engraving at either end of the top. It probably still works, although the plug might be a little terrifying.
Thank you all for another wonderful bloggy year! It wouldn’t be any fun to write this blog without our wonderful readers who egg us on with their comments and pictures. Kathy and I wish each and every one of you a Happy and Healthy New Year!