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  • Oh Ann, how I remember those southern ice storms! And your Hubbo apologizing about the lack of stocking stuffers…sooooo sweet. My stocking is hung with care by my Hubbo’s (which is full). I’m trying to not mention it… Stay warm and I hope the melt happens soon! Merry Christmas!

  • Ann! Your story! My heart is still beating with anticipation. What will happen next? Will she run into the garage wall? Will opening the door send her beloved mom bomb reeling into the basement? It’s like an episode of CHiPs, minus Eric Estrada plus Sister Schubert. Not quite The Long Winter, but almost! (Thanks for remembering that, BTW. Getting rusty. Must drag that set out to read again! V. worth it.)
    And the scribble lace! I must learn how to do that. Just tuck that into your own stocking when Hubbo’s back is turned, then act surprised on Christmas morning: “Oh! Hubbo! You shouldn’t have! Just what I’ve always wanted! Scribble lace!” If it’s unfinished, that’s okay, too, because then you’ll just set down in the corner chair with a cup of reheated coffee and commence to knitting. Merry Christmas!

  • Great story. Husbands may not be very good at remembering to fill stockings but they do come in handy sometimes, don’t they? ;0) I always get a kick out of finding hubby sitting his desk, working away normally at the computer, but surrounded by a dozen little toys from the boys all freshly glued together and drying in vices. You gotta love a man who can do that like it was nothing.
    Wishing you all a wonderful Christmas!

  • Merry Christmas, you two. Thanks for all you’ve done this year!

  • MOM BOMB! That’s a good one! I’ll adopt that one. I used to use Bimbo Box (stolen from Neal Stephenson who wrote it in a real boox) but Mom Bomb is much funnier and gentler!
    Thanks for the present–Mom Bomb–hehehehehehe!

  • Merry Christmas to you both, and all your sundry families etc. You’ve both added so much to my fabulosity level this year. Thanks, ever so.

  • Ann, what a wonderful Christmas tale. Someday I will have to share my California driveway story (It rose at an angle of about 80 degrees, replete with a sharp turn, a cliff on one side leading straight into the neighbor’s yard, a wall on the other side – needless to say I can relate as I have shed real and frequent tears in that driveway!), with a superb ending. A stocking stuffer the size of a car! The scribble lace is lovely, too. Have a happy, merry, etc!

  • Okay, now I feel like a wimp because we got a little blanket of snow over here and it’s rilly rilly cold for a California/Mexico City weather person like me. You know what it’s like to be in real snow!
    Happy holidays to you and your family!

  • OMG – I was even reading that in slow motion AAAGGGHH style ! So does the liberated Mom Bomb fit in a Christmas stocking then ???