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27.12.03

wednesday.

christmas is such an ordeal.

so i go to the grocery because we're going to a friend's for christmas eve (he's a new bachelor after more than a decade) and he kept calling to make sure he was cooking the turkey and the acorn squash right (which was okay, but ...well) and then when i got a call at the grocery: the toilet is stopped up - get some drano. Okay. and i got home and it wasn't the toilet, and it wasn't the bathtub, and it wasn't the other toilet or the other bathtub, and it wasn't the dishwasher or the washing machine or the hose - it was the f*cking sewer.

so as of noon on christmas eve, we couldn't flush the toilet or take a shower or run very much water at all down the kitchen sink. including washing vegetables and dishes and things. and we called every plumber in town and they were all closed - so we looked in a different phone book and checked off all but one that we hadn't called and they were open and it was going to be $115 for the first half hour and $125 an hour after that, or something, and they said Okay, we'll be there this afternoon. And then the water drained very very slowly, and we decided we could wait until friday when it would be $70 for the first half hour and $50 an hour after that, or something. But i had to make stuffing, and since we were going to be gone that night and wanted to start the crock-pot lamb early the next morning, the people we were going to have xmas with came over and helped cut veggies, and we washed them VERYVERYFAST. and i couldn't find the right Poultry Seasoning to make His Gramma's Stuffing with, so i said Fuckit and used pork sausage and tony sachere. and it was yummy, and everybody liked it, but it wasn't Gramma's. And we went over to our friend's and used his toilet and had turkey and acorn squash (both of which he had done perfectly well thankyouverymuch) and dressing and apple pie and cherry pie and punkin pie and chess pie and cookies and beer and whiskey, and we had a lot of whiskey, come to think of it.

and we had a bonfire, and there were three little girls playing pianos and doing cartwheels and poking the fire, and there was this one annoying woman, but ..well.. we can avoid her in the future, maybe. but.

and the baby that is staying with me is absolutely adorable. he even makes cute faces when he's crying.

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