Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Time To Get Bad Santa Out

I have just made a huge pot of soup which contains everything from turkey (of course) and rice to creamed corn and tomatoes and roasted squash and yellow squash and green beans and a potato left over from our supper at the coast the other night.
I stopped myself from throwing in the hushpuppy that came home with us too.
And I still have more turkey and more broth which are now in the freezer.

Ah, lah.

It was a long day and I survived getting my teeth cleaned and I had a rather odd experience there, at the dentist's office but I don't think I want to talk about it because it involves some rather personal information involving my dental hygienist. I mean, it was all fine. It was just one of those things that after it happens you think, "Did that really happen?"
Well yes, yes it did.
I do like my dental hygienist, by the way.

The most fun thing I did all day was watch Owen break into his house. Lily's car broke down and she walked home from where it was with the boys and then she realized she didn't have her house keys and so when I got there, I suggested we shove that skinny little monkey through the kitchen window to let us in.
His eyes got big and he said, "I don't think I can do that."
I said, "Oh, Owen, of course you can. You'll be the hero! The SUPER hero!"
And he did it. Lily hoisted him up and he slid through and landed in the sink and made his way to the floor and walked to the door and unlocked it.
He was so proud of himself. Plus- he learned a new skill!

Anyway, here I am and Mr. Moon will be home soon and it's what? Three weeks before Christmas and Lily and Jason's van is going to take a shit ton of money to fix and my husband's dental problem is going to take an even bigger shit ton of money to fix and what can you do? Just keep making soup, just keep holding on and Christmas is for the kids anyway. Owen has huge expectations but Gibson would be happy receiving a box of rocks. I swear.

Ho-ho-fucking-ho, as I am wont to say this time of year. When I was in the grocery store, the Muzak informed me that it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with YOU!

Gonna be eighty degrees here by the end of the week so I think they were lying but jing, jing, jingaling anyway.

Love and Season's Greetings!
Ms. Moon


  1. That's a really lovely new header picture. Soup looks good, too. And
    Owen's new skills will undoubtedly serve him well...

  2. I ♥ Bad Santa!

    Also, I am imagining what would have happened to that hushpuppy had it been thrown into the pot after all.

  3. Well, that's a jolly post! I know that it was heartfelt -- said in the greatest of Christmas spirit, right?

    In all seriousness, though, I'm sorry to hear of Lily's van and Mr. Moon's tooth.

  4. Teaching one's grand the art of B&E just has to make it into your memoir! It's so Auntie Mame.

    And dare I say, your holiday spirit is showing... Bad Santa AND Season's Greetings. Ms Moon, I'm getting a warm fuzzy. <3

  5. Can you take a sleigh out on sand? A beach sleigh, maybe?

    The soup looks great. And hurray for Owen!

  6. And you shall post bail for his first B&E ...

    Seriously though, I think that is so fantastic. it cannot be overstated how critically important it is that children learn to be problem solvers and have a can-do attitude in the face of the impossible. Fabulous!

  7. Hm I am stil intrigued about the dental hygienist...

  8. That is the only perk of going to the dentist is listening to the stories from the hygienist and the assistants.

    The line in that song cracks me up, it is usually close to 90's when I hear it.

  9. A- Next thing you know, I'll be teaching Owen how to curse. Oh well, yeah. That will happen.

    Nicol- It got thrown into my mouth.

    Elizabeth- You BET! Totally full of Christmas Fear- WAIT! I MEAN, CHRISTMAS CHEER- here.

    Ms. Fleur- Don't get too excited. I'm not even sure where Santa is.

    NOLA- I agree. Owen learned a valuable lesson yesterday.

    Jenny Woolf- It was a family story.

    Gail- Right? God. None of the christmas songs seem appropriate in Florida.

  10. I had to laugh at Owen's first lesson in B&E. Maybe a set of lock picking tools for Christmas too. LOL.


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