Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Puzzles, Priests and Peanut Butter

I'm back from my Christmas excursion. Tired, over fed and content.

The weekend was baptism by crazy for The Guy. A weekend alone with my family was enough to open his eyes. I have to admit I was surprised my car was still there each morning, but he seemed to have a good time.

Grandma liked The Guy. She told everyone she could about him and invited him back to visit numerous times. She called him by the wrong name for most of the weekend, but my SiL has been known as "Melody" since she started dating my brother about 8 years ago, so I can't expect anything different. She offered him peanut butter a few times and seemed quite confused by his allergies. I think she found it unfathomable someone on Earth could not enjoy her favourite food.

The Guy was highly amused by Grandma too. He said he never got tired of her pointing out the picture of my Grandpa ("Now you won't think of it, but that man in the picture is my husband." The fact it is obviously an anniversary picture of the two of them did not discourage her) or her retelling of the story of how Mel lost and found her purse.

We exchanged presents and ate lots - mostly cheese (no pooping for us this Christmas). We watched black and white movies and did puzzles. The Guy had never done either before. I figured it was a good welcome to our family.


  1. Your weekend sounds like a hoot. Your grandma seems like a cool lady (not so much sane, but cool). We got more snow than just that one flake... I was funny without meaning to be!

  2. The Guy hasn't pooped at Christmas, or watched b & w movies and done puzzles? I am confused and learned a little more than I wanted to this morning!!

  3. Seven: She is pretty amusing. But you're right. Not sane, but definitely amusing! The snowflake was a good picture though. I thought it was funny.

    Jess: Smart ass.

  4. I know that Graeme let you know but just so anyone else can enjoy the humour of what I did.

    Yes, I addressed Grandma Beatrice's christmas card, Mrs, BEATRIX Livinston.



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