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Hope the same for you. Every time I look in here someone's got some new reefer. 
Merry Christmas all and good night-
P&R Pete
Clouser indeed, Jon! Look at that avatar. He's perfect!
Well, my turn with the in-law clan, today. Unlike youse guys, who plied them with alcohol, I have a fistful of 'Zyprexa Zydis', the anti-psychotic drug that melts on your tongue, (or in your punch, tea, soda, coffee, beer, etc)!
Haaaaaaa hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!
Well, my turn with the in-law clan, today. Unlike youse guys, who plied them with alcohol, I have a fistful of 'Zyprexa Zydis', the anti-psychotic drug that melts on your tongue, (or in your punch, tea, soda, coffee, beer, etc)!
Haaaaaaa hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!
Wish I'd known. I was waiting. Okay, I'm in. Anyone else out there still alive? Jon, I bet you're indestructible.
Last edited by Tramp on Sun Dec 26, 2004 2:42 pm, edited 1 time in total.
I had a request for this paragraph. It's a continuation of the Christmas scene.
It was time to open the rest of the presents. Mary gave Frankie a pair of handmade Italian loafers in oxblood-colored leather, Deirdre a visit to a fancy spa, Nick season tickets to the opera. Mary and Deirdre gave Jimmy Hakken an exact plaster copy of a winged gargoyle cast from Notre Dame cathedral for his office. “I wondered what that blanket-wrapped thing was in the wagon,” he said. Nick gave everyone a very delicate hand-blown glass ornament imported from Italy. Deirdre gave Mary hand-embroidered silk pajamas with a matching robe, and Jay a new sports jacket. “What happened to your other one?” asked Mary. “It got lost,” he said. Jimmy Hakken presented each of them with a wrapped box, each box a different size and in a different wrapping paper. But inside, each person found the identical, chunky silver pendant cast from the same, obviously hand-carved mold. Everyone was a bit dumbfounded. At the silence, Jimmy said, “Luke Delamar’s buddy, he does metal, he made ’em up for me. I told him to go all out, no skimping.” He looked around at their faces. “It’s the eye inside the hand . . . I got one too.” Still no one spoke, they just kept staring at their pendants. Finally Frankie said, “Keeps off the evil eye?” “Right,” said Jimmy, brightening. “Right, they’re real good luck.” Jay gave each of them a framed drawing by a Maine artist. All five drawings were of falling lit matches, the burning matches and flames very real against backgrounds more sketchy, dark and brooding as if with an ominous hint of storm, the paper itself scratched. Mary said the drawings reminded her of the painting in Jay’s office. Jimmy Hakken kept examining his drawing, nodding his head as if the image made special sense to him.
It was time to open the rest of the presents. Mary gave Frankie a pair of handmade Italian loafers in oxblood-colored leather, Deirdre a visit to a fancy spa, Nick season tickets to the opera. Mary and Deirdre gave Jimmy Hakken an exact plaster copy of a winged gargoyle cast from Notre Dame cathedral for his office. “I wondered what that blanket-wrapped thing was in the wagon,” he said. Nick gave everyone a very delicate hand-blown glass ornament imported from Italy. Deirdre gave Mary hand-embroidered silk pajamas with a matching robe, and Jay a new sports jacket. “What happened to your other one?” asked Mary. “It got lost,” he said. Jimmy Hakken presented each of them with a wrapped box, each box a different size and in a different wrapping paper. But inside, each person found the identical, chunky silver pendant cast from the same, obviously hand-carved mold. Everyone was a bit dumbfounded. At the silence, Jimmy said, “Luke Delamar’s buddy, he does metal, he made ’em up for me. I told him to go all out, no skimping.” He looked around at their faces. “It’s the eye inside the hand . . . I got one too.” Still no one spoke, they just kept staring at their pendants. Finally Frankie said, “Keeps off the evil eye?” “Right,” said Jimmy, brightening. “Right, they’re real good luck.” Jay gave each of them a framed drawing by a Maine artist. All five drawings were of falling lit matches, the burning matches and flames very real against backgrounds more sketchy, dark and brooding as if with an ominous hint of storm, the paper itself scratched. Mary said the drawings reminded her of the painting in Jay’s office. Jimmy Hakken kept examining his drawing, nodding his head as if the image made special sense to him.
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