The boys helped Lea with the Christmas tree last week, and Lea went back for a little straightening afterward. Nathan ambled in and said “Why are you doing that? Oh, I know. So you won’t be humiliated in front of your friends.” Ouch. Just can’t believe Lea and I would have crass, to-the-point kids, can you?
It’s Christmas feast and Dirty Santa day at work. It’s my favorite work event next to our annual tailgate party to kick off college football season.
The year of reunions continues. This evening it’s an after-work beer with Daniel, who’s in town for a class. He and I were both in the low brass section in the Oxford band. I haven’t seen him in 22 years.
While chatting with a colleague this week, I actually used the phrase “holiday shopping.” Ick. I’ve never said that before.