Monday, December 7, 2009

The Saint Nick Of Time


Is anyone else getting excited?


As I stood this morning, shaving in front of the mirror, and beheld my foam-splattered face, I found myself unable to stem a hearty Ho Ho Ho. Seconds later, I had a pink pillowcase draped over my head like a hood. Pink — almost red, right?

I’ll be sticking antlers on the cat next.

And, yes — I cut myself.

8 comments:

Kerrie said...

All classic symptoms of Christmasitus. There is a helpline x

Whirlochre said...

I know.

I'm manning it.

Robin S. said...

Ha! Whirl-a Claus. I bet you were a cutie just before you turned all red. Come to think of it maybe that's how Santa came by the idea for his red velevteen outfit. Ya never know.

Whirlochre said...

Either that, or the reindeer licked the top layer of his skin off.

McKoala said...

OK Whirl, brace yourself.

There is no Santa. It's GOW in a red cloak with a few tufts of cotton wool on her chin.

Sorry.

Whirlochre said...

Hey! Are you saying my beloved looks like a BIG RED GOAT?

Is THAT IT?

HUH???

HUH??????

McKoala said...

So, are you telling me that's not cotton wool on her chin?

Whirlochre said...

It's not cotton wool anywhere.

Even her shoulders...