Another year passes here at the whazzmaster.com world headquarters and the elves are a bit misty-eyed. Now, perhaps it’s the yuletide joy or perchance it’s the brandy-to-bitters ratio in the Old Fashioned’s that ol’ whazzmaster is drinking, but none of that really, truly matters. In the grand scheme of things. Ho, ho, ho!
The terrific news this Xmas is the veritable windfall the Apples to Apples Corporation has stumbled upon. Spacebee’s brother-in-law got me the game, I got my parents the game, and then my sister got me the game. Ho, ho, ho! A very Apples-to-Apples Xmas!
Additionally, we here at Whazzmaster Central have decided (decreeeeeed) that henceforth the Moneypenny Family will operate on a “PULL a NAME outtuva HAT” basis. This “buy a gift of for everyone in the wetsern heimsphere” thing isn’t working out, so at Xmas Eve Dinner the chil’lens rammed through a bill (with several amendments) that stipulates that starting next Thanksgiving, names will be pulled from hats. One name, per person. Say lah vee.
Last night was the cat’s pajamas; I went out in Racilla with Arlo, Jamey, Joel, and my Birthday Sister (related to Disco Sis) along with Sundry Ashely Friends. The night was notable most for the very, very chillington “the third” game of Spades we played down at Waves as well as the sociopathic homosexual bartender who basically threatened to anally rape me if I didn’t vacate his bar at the proscribed time (2:30am). To be clear, everything was Chillington the Third until the Anal Threat. At that point the evening devolved quickly and was no longer great or “chill”.
What did I get for XMAS? A sweatshirt, some gift cards, a new coffee cup, a pizza pan (with the Moneypenny Pizza Recipe attached!), socks, cuff links, new pre-shave oil and after shave balm, etc. Good haul. I’ll be heading back up to Madison tomorrow evening (Xmas Day) so that I’ll be bright-eyed and bushy tailed for Tuesday Morning Work Week. I’ll be kickin in all week, then on Saturday I fly to Cleveland for my cousin’s New Year’s Wedding. Spacebee’s coming with. Heh, wait’ll she gets a load of my dad’s side o’ the family. It’s gonna be fun.