Smells Like December

I’m starting to sense that it may be December. This sensation is apropos and in regards to the following significant significations:

1. Magoo will not stop with the “jiggy bells.” Yep. He really calls them that.

gettin jiggy wit dis bell

2. When we breathe out through our mouths, it makes all kinds of crazy “foagk.” So we breathe out a lot and not so much of the in until our lungs nearly explode and we pass out on the sidewalk on the way to the civic tree lighting festival, the festival in which they plug in 3 strands of lights on a giant tree the shape of a pickle. We always cover our eyes to avoid getting the “foagk” in them and so that our landing place will be a surprise when we pass out on the way to the CTLF.

BEWARE THE FOAGK (This is coming from my mouth as I take the picture.  Notice Magoo's amazement.)

3. December 1st dawned with the promise that Seattle may indeed see a white Christmas this year… with a touch of green peeking out from underneath.

This may be the closest we'll get to a white Christmas.  Hurry and taste the snow kids before it melts!

4. My craft projects have finally found willing muffin-headed recipients.

My head sure looks like a muffin top that's betterGo ahead and squeal from the cuteness.  No one will laugh at you.

5. It smells like my BIRTHDAY!!! Growing up, I always knew my birthday was coming when I could smell winter in the air. This got a little annoying to my parents as it begins to smell like winter sometime in late August up in Alberta. Down here my olfactory timing device is a little more accurate. Ere the year is over I will reach the ripe old age of 29. Condolence gifts and donations of Centrum Silver can be sent via mail.

The Reasons: a Santa who arrives on a fire engine, mittened hands eating sugar cookies, husbands who make dinner and do all the dishes so their wives can crochet

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