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I shall leave you, my devoted Cake Eater Readers, with my smiling seven-year-old face to warm your heart with holiday cheer.
Yes, that's me. I already know I look like a boy, so you needn't tell me.
Anyway...we're on the road today, and I have a feeling the next couple of days will be inordinately busy so blogging will be light, if not non-existent, and I wanted to catch you, my devoted Cake Eater Readers, while you're still stuck at the office, but before you get drunk. I know you're just waiting to be let loose on that vat of spiked eggnog that's sitting out by reception for the office Holiday party. I realize the siren song of the nog is tough to resist, so I will keep the holiday greetings short and sweet.
Ahem.
A very Merry Christmas, Happy Hannukah, Cheery Saturnalia, Wonderful Winter Solstice, Krazy Kwanzaa, etc., to you, my devoted Cake Eater readers.
Posted by Kathy at December 23, 2005 10:19 AM | TrackBackMerpy Criskwanzukkah to you and yours, Kathy.
(You DO NOT LOOK LIKE A BOY!)
Posted by: Margi at December 23, 2005 01:15 PMMerry Christmas!!
Posted by: Paula at December 23, 2005 10:32 PMYou had a beard at 7? Who was the kid on your lap?
Posted by: RP at December 27, 2005 03:00 PMMy college sophomore James was about about six years old when we took him to the bank to cash a birthday check from the grandparents. The teller asked for some identification and before we could dig out our driver's licenses, James whipped out a laminated photo of him sitting on Santa's lap. The teller took it and said, "OK, that should do it. This bank can trust anyone Santa vouches for."
Posted by: Bob at December 27, 2005 05:22 PM