Its been almost two months since we've posted, which breaks all the cardinal rules of blogging. You know the recommended blogging rate by the "experts" is like three times a week? Yeesh. So I guess we owe you about 24 postings this week. We'll get right on that...
Let's be frank. The Holidays are busy for everybody. On top of that, there were final papers, travel for work, and project proposals to write. So you'll just have to spread a little Christmas goodwill and forgive us. Besides, we didn't do that many home projects during the last two months anyways. I mean, who can do any good work with power tools while simultaneoulsy being "lit up like a Christmas tree" on my brother's kickass Bloody Marys?
But we did chronicle a few of those illustrious items and we'll be getting them to you in the very near future.
In the meantime, we leave you with this belated Christmas present. A verbal interpretation of a striking image from our imagination:
So, you're lying there on Christmas morning all snuggled up in blankets and pillows when what to your wandering eyes should appear? Your loved one arrives with tray of Christmas breakfast in bed! Now, being a despiser of all things breakfast foodish, in my head, Christmas breakfast involves a Chocolate Eclair. You smile at your baby, grab the Eclair and open your mouth to take a giant bite. Just before you make contact, a baby kitten pops its head forth from the end of the eclair, tilts its Bavarian Cream covered head slightly to the side, glances at you out of the corner of its eye, and quietly emits a quizzical "Mrow?"
That's What Christmas Means to Me...