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EVE

OK. So here we are. It is the EVE! 5:30 PM. Randy is on the 60; getting here nearly on time if there are no accidents. Bob is probably sitting at home waiting for a good time to leave to be here at 6.

The pork roast is done; the green beans are nicely toasted around the edges (oven fries);and the oven roast potatoes are in the oven now (one just sort exploded). John has his annual bush de noel ready to go.

So, now we can trim the tree.

And if I did it right,it will blink on and off for you.

[PS: Everything worked out fine. Randy got here in time, Bob was right on the dot, the food was great and the overly calori-shus bush (log) went fine.]

HUNG

The hardest thing to do in this house is to crinkle any paper or plastic wrap without having an immediate Airedale experience.

Tonight's challenge was packing Franklin's stocking. Randy and I went out to the spa and took F along. Somehow, our timing got off. John didn't get the stocking job done before we got back in. So we had him go outside again.

To aggravate the situation, the toys we got in PetSmart (right before his eyes) have been hidden in a totally non-dog oriented location. Yesterday, thinking he would not know what the bag contained, I got it out.

He did not forget. The manufacturers and stores pump this smell into the stuff they sell and it promises ambrosia.

The stocking was NOT hung on the chimney with care but put back in the non-dog oriented location for quarantine until the morning.