chipmunks roasting on an open fire

My sister and I are in the process of swapping a festive e-card back and forth. Her latest sally: “Dodecahedron. Dodecaheeeeeeeedron.” I have replied with: “Bed goes up … bed goes down. Bed goes up … Bed goes down.” As you do. It’s Christmas, after all.

After all my bleating about posting my family’s presents home; as you will recall (you WILL recall) they were posted on Wednesday and I received notice that they had arrived the following Monday. Less than a week, people. I claim this victory in the name of New Zealand Post! Now let’s hope nothing was broken…

We had our Kris Kringle at work today (pick a random name out of the hat, buy them a $10 present). I bought my workmate this. Admit it, you want one. You want one SO BAD. And it should give you some idea of the caring, nurturing, supportive environment in which I work.

Also, there is absolutely no food in my fridge. No food. Well, apart from fat and radishes. Really, that’s it. Vintage cheddar, brie, blue brie, parmesan, camembert, sour cream, butter, goosefat, pork dripping, pancetta, milk, and a bunch of radishes. See? Fat. And radishes. I’m telling the truth. I’ll post a photo if I remember to take one.

2 comments to chipmunks roasting on an open fire

  • Elie

    That is simply funny!
    For the Secret Santa (Same thingy as yours) I got a thingy from the body shop… women are weird they were giggling when I asked for their help…

  • R.H.

    Merry Christmas (if I may).
    There’s only one impossible thing: Human perfection.

"Make a remark," said the Red Queen: "Its ridiculous to leave all conversation to the pudding!"

 

 

 

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