Well, I’m late to the party but I been helping Mrs. Beaver get ready for almost the wholefamdamly to be here for Christmas in the am. 5 of 6 with 3 of ‘em with spouses and 3 of 5 grandkids and 3 other folks that had no place else to go.
So, MERRY CHRISTMAS to all y’all. Hope all is well and if you got no place else, just come on over.
Almost shot Santa, he was just rearranging the gifts he said. Sheit I said, dont do that. Thought he was looking for my stuff that goes bang and piddly small amounts of 556 I got ass raped buying. I figured even santa isnt above a little ammo scrounging.
Fat bastard cracked the fire box on the way out.
Just knock next time, I yelled, dodging reindeer shit as he left the roof.
Got the partially cooked brisket and chicken heating up. Should be ready by 3. Put the lunch tamales in the crock pot to warm. Washing the last load in the dishwasher. Time to take a shower before folks start showing up. Should have 25-30 today.
thanks for that virtual Macallan hoss. It’s the only way I can have it these days.
Merry Christmas ya filthy animals!
(Gotta find that movie for the grands to watch today)