Since Grey's is a rerun tonight, I have time to relate the following moment.
By 9:00 last night we were both done in. So we tried going to bed. Except I was too tired to go to sleep. So, in the dark, we ended up talking about everything and anything. Which is when the following occurred:
Kevin: I remember when I was about six, we must have had more money or something because that was a really good Christmas, gift wise. That was the only year I wrote to Santa.
Maria: The only year? How come?
Kevin: I dunno, it just was. I dunno if the letter was ever delivered or not, but after that I...
Maria (interrupting): Wait, what?? You don't know if it was ever delivered? Delivered where???
Kevin: Well, wait, I meant...
I can't even tell you what came next. I was laughing too hard. And continued to laugh for a good half hour.
I got his permission to post this. Don't want to cause too much embarrassment! But seriously, that story just begs to be told! And told....and told....
Feel free.
Thursday, December 07, 2006
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I've been reading blogs today..catching up...and yours and Kevin's have gotten me in the spirit for sure!
What is it about men? My husband still remembers all the "good Christmases" from his childhood. I mostly remember the general festive-ness, but he can tell you the "good gifts". I'll have to ask him about letters to Santa, though!
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