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Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Things that make me go Hmmmm....

Two different people called me at home yesterday, on what was celebrated Nationally as the Christmas holiday, to see why the Post Office wasn't open.
I keep telling you: People are not meant to live year-round on islands. It does bad things to you.


I have a cold. So, last night, I performed some Mad Scientist Wizardry and created an epic cocktail of over the counter meds that KNOCKED ME OFF MY ASS.
I still have the cold, but I'm so loopy , I don't care.


Somebody keeps driving by me in a red truck, waving each and every time. I have absolutely.no.idea. who it is. I waved once.
My neighbors change vehicles more often than I change clothes.


My husband has been home with us for more than three straight days. That's something of a record. He's suckered the kids into a Wii tournament that apparently doesn't end until
1. I die
2. My head explodes
I may whip up that cocktail again, just to make the evening bearable.


Just looking at this makes me laugh...and the thought of it walking out In The Wilds of Downeast Maine puts a grin on my face like nothing else:



I have the sense of humor of a 10 year old boy.
The island has gotten me, too. 

Monday, December 26, 2011

I almost made it...

...but then Christmas Eve magic got the best of me.


So, yes...to be clear...that's Henry, crapping out 'Merry Xmas' in chocolate chips.

Thing Two ate them for breakfast.

I hope all of you had a calm, peaceful, relaxing Christmas!

Thursday, December 1, 2011

I feel something in the air....

I'm feeling nostalgic for our 'Elf on the Shelf', Henry.

You remember Henry, don't you? He got mixed reviews here at Chez Rozenski: The Big Guy thought it was creepy to have a psychotic stuffed doll running around the house pulling pranks in the dark of night, Thing One just wanted to smother it with lovin' like ALL OF HER 482 STUFFED ANIMALS, and Thing Two just didn't give a hoot.

Me?? I had a BLAST with him. He drank wine with me until everyone was asleep, and then we got jiggy with the pranking.

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He even assisted with the candy making. He had his own little hairnet and everything.


In the end, my soft as a grape daughter couldn't bear to see him packed into a box for a year, and begged, pleaded and cajoled her way into keeping him 'alive' in her room.
She adopted him.
And he had to give up his special powers to stay.

I miss Henry. Enough that I'm considering resurrecting his spirit, and starting up some evil shenanigans around the house.

It could be that I'm just bored, and miss having someone to drink wine with.
I really need a cat.