A tale from the death zone

So it’s Christmas Eve and I’ve got the turkey in the brine and a pot roast in the slow cooker. Those are in the plus column. In the other column, I’ve yet to wrap the gifts for my wife and my youngest is running around the house butt nekkid. Back in the plus column, it’s snowing again – putting a top coat on the several inches still left on the ground from the storm on Wednesday.

I went to Wal*Mart last night, and I came out alive. Granted, I didn’t go directly into the death zone (toy department) but only skirted the perimeter as my mission did not call for that level of hazard. I admit, I went to Wal*Mart on Christmas Eve Eve just so I could say that I did and made it through in one piece. Cheap thrills.

I think it’s time to open the wine.

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