The Excitement Is Building!
Christmas is coming!
Sorry Suzette:
The Nativity is there, safe in the stable atop the liquor cabinet.
Christmas is coming!
Sorry Suzette:
The Nativity is there, safe in the stable atop the liquor cabinet.
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Not so fast, Bingley. Where’s the Nativity set?
On the other side of the room…
Okay, NOW Christmas is coming.
Are you sure that you want your dog gazing so longingly at the tree…..?
Doggone Bing, is there a tree underneath all those decorations?
On another note, interesting figuring to the wood of the drawers on your liquor cabinet. Is that cherry?
Bah, Humbug!
The dog’s got the right idea!
Yeah, my daughter and a friend of hers went a little nuts with the decorations…
The only thing the lab is gazing lovingly at is the inside of his eyelids; he’s sacked out and snoring like a freight train!
I’m not sure what the vermeer is on the cabinet Cullen; I picked that up last year in an antique barn in Red Bank pretty cheap,, and the bride just ‘pledged’ it and it really looks great.
Geeze, my tree isn’t even up yet…
I believe you meant “veneer” rather than “Vermeer,” Mr. B…unless you have an undiscovered 17th-century Dutch painting you’d like the rest of the world to know about.
You don’t veneer with Vermeer, Dave J?
I might, Dave: when I speed down the street Ken always shouts “Look at that mini-van gogh!”
From what I hear, his minivan drives like a Vermeer.
Bings, it figures that Thy Three Kings would traverse far for the liquor cabinet.
We Three Kings of Orient are
Trying hard to empty his bar…
Carrying fifths,
We’ve traveled by car…
Drinking a loada
Scotch and soda
Then a brandy and fine cigar
Ohhhh, OH….
Then we blunder, then we fight,
Then we stagger in the night.
Always reeling, desp’rately feeling,
Our wicked way toward the light…
Hi Genghis! Yes, he does have the right idea. I’ll be taking a nap in the same spot on Christmas day…
And he’ll pee on the tree, too
Only if I can stand.
Heheheheh. I was thinking —
We three kings, disoriented are
Carrying a load from Bingley’s bar
Gaspar found the beverage fountain
Now we can’t find our car
Ohhhhh,
How I wonder where we parked
Wand’ring aimless in the dark
Westward leaning, often heaving
Sleeping it off in the park
Of course, these three guys would have to pawn the gold to settle the tab, smoke the frankincense for giggles, and spend months in jail for possession of myrrh with intent to distibute. Luckily those other three guys made it out there.