Indiana Joanna (khakipants) wrote,
Indiana Joanna
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Give me some figgy pudding! I won't go until I get some!

It is twenty minutes after noon, and I have been up for nearly four hours. All I have put in my stomach thus far today consists of two mugs of coffee and a thumbnail-sized bit of bacon. You can imagine the consequences. If you can't, I'll give you a hint: Just a few minutes ago, I was dancing like a maniac (a severely caffienated and un-coordinated maniac) in the kitchen to one of my Dad's Doo-Wop CDs. Before that I was dashing about the house alternately humming some opera song and proclaiming "Elephants, yeah!" I'd say that it is vitally important that I eat something of substance pretty soon, before I accidentally knock the house down.

Speaking of substantial food, let me tell you a little something about our dinner tonight. Imagine two pounds of ground beef, made into chili. A pound of cheese. A bag and a half of Fritos. Half of a gi-hugic onion. All layered in a casserole dish and baked. The end product is an artery-stopping concoction that has become a Christmas Eve tradition. (I think we're on three straight years now. Not a well-established tradition yet, but we're getting there.)

A Very Merry Christmas to all of you. I hope to post a more-heartfelt wish later today or tomorrow, but if I don't get to it, I want to make sure I say something. Peace on Earth, Goodwill toward Men, etc.
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