Merry Christmas!

'Twas the Sunday before Christmas, when all through the condominium,
Not a morsel was eaten, not even a bare minimum.
The stockings were hung on the bureau with care,
In knowledge that the Jennings would soon be there.

The place settings and table were set,
and our appetites were whet.
And Shawn in his corduroys, and I in my sweater,
had just settled down to write this letter.
When out at the door arose such a clatter,
Shawn sprang from the couch to see what was the matter.
Away to the kitchen I ran like a flash,
to grab the potatoes and begin to mash.
The hummus and dips were mixed,
and the vegetable platter was fixed.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but four Jennings and all their Christmas gear!











Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!

Snowy Sunday

After Thursday's storm, we had another snowfall on Sunday. I took the liberty to take pictures as Shawn shoveled. We only have one shovel after all.

Wow Shawn. That's so nice of you to clear the whole condo sidewalk like that! You must have been super pumped about the new shovel you bought.

I think these cars are hibernating until spring.

In honor of Clark Griswold, we kicked off our fun old fashion family Christmas by heading out into the country (Rt. 9?) in the old front four wheel drive sleigh to embrace the frosty majesty of the winter landscape and select that most important of Christmas symbols (a ham?).

Seriously, Dora (our four wheel drive sleigh) has been loving the snow. The picture below demonstrates my deep appreciation for her. Please note the figure in the background. That's Shawn and he's still shoveling out his car. I cleared off the hood and windshield, kicked it into 4 wheel and plowed over that snow bank!

P.S. Yes. That's the original bar code sticker on my tire. I left it on to see how long it would last. It's been years now? Now I won't take them off on principle and out of respect for whatever crazy adhesive was used on the stickers. We've bonded. (Ha. Adhesive, stickers, bonded?!)

2.5 Hours

After an early closing, it took 2.5 hours to drive home today. But I can thank my lucky stars because it's took one driver 3 hours to travel 1 mile. Now we just need to figure out how to get Shawn home!

A note to drivers without 4 wheel drive... I understand that you do not have 4 wheel drive or all wheel drive. That's fine. But when you cut off a person in a truck and then get stuck, you look silly.

Off the Grid

That’s my cell phone. He’s in a happier place now. He won’t be dropped off a two story atrium (onto a marble floor), be flung across parking lots or wedged into almost inescapable crevices in the car. He no longer needs to fear suddenly kerplunking into a toilet like his predecessors. Cheers to you cell phone.

This means I’m off the grid. Shawn and I have never had a land line and now I don’t have a cell phone. Sure, I am online at work but after 5 pm, there’s no quick way to contact me. It’s a bit bizarre. I find myself planning ahead, having contingency plans and writing down things to mention to people later. Is this what people did before cell phones?

Instead of spending about $40 to remedy the situation, I’m planning to learn Morse code and start tap, tap, tapping away on this baby!

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Car Show

Shawn and I took a little trip to the New England Auto Show. We saw some great cars and some disappointments.

Is it odd that I have the same amount of headroom in the XTerra and the Mini?



Shawn and I are well aware that we are amateurs when it comes to car shopping and auto shows, but it was particularly clear when we ran into Rob and Katy. Well, more accurately, when Rob ran past us while shouting a quick hi. Katy talked to us for about 30 seconds before she and Tyler were whisked away onto the showroom floor. It was an emergency after all - they only had 2 1/2 hours to achieve their pre-planned route!

Here are some of our potential purchases:

In the end, we selected this Lamborghini. Please note the sold sticker under the wiper.

Melt in Your Mouth, Not on the T Floor?

I recently received the following text from Jeff:

"I just saw a dude drop an m&m on the platform at park st...look if anyone was looking (i was) then picked it up and ate it...a clear 5 second violation and the guy was not homeless!"

Originally, I assumed that Jeff sent the message out to everyone. Then I found out that I was specifically selected to receive this important information. Was it due to my extraordinary fondness of m&ms? That I might do the same thing? That I have a fondness of arbitrary cleanliness regulations such as the 5 second rule? My fondness for passing quick judgement on complete strangers?

Either which way, Jeff was spot on. I loved it. Cheers to that!