Dear Santa,
Can you please bring me back my Habs? You know the team that used to win a lot of games and Stanley Cup championships every other year?
Can you please bring me my blogging mojo back? See above. Even my rants fizzle and die (much like the Habs) before I can get them to paper.
Can you please bring snow for Christmas Eve?
Can you please bring me the Chatty Cathy doll that I asked for when I was four years old and never got? I've never forgiven you for that. And no, the doll that spoke twice the amount of phrases didn't suffice. I don't like imposters, it's all or nothing for me. (See item one again). Or at the very least, if you can't deliver on the doll (again) can you leave cash to cover the cost of years of therapy it's taken me to get over that fateful Christmas?
Oh, and one last thing Santa, when you come this year can you park your sleigh at the end of the street? The pitter patter of eight tiny reindeer on the roof scared the shit out of my kitties last year.
Love,
Moey
8 comments:
No half-naked firemen?
Afraid not moe. Santa is out of stock. They're all spent after spending Juce's birthday with her. Maybe next year...
So juce is the grinCH that stole firemen?
moe,
Santa would have screwed it up anyway, like my CHatty Cathy doll so many years ago.
Moey, you can probably get that doll on ebay now. Spoil yourself.
moe,
I've seen her on ebay. I might just do that one of these days. Although *cough* I've told that story to a certain someone more than once.
Glad you liked the Chatty Carbo Moey.
I LOVED it moe.
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