Griswold Musings
Oh, the silent majesty of a winter’s morn; the clean, cool chill of the holiday air; and an asshole in his bathrobe, emptying a chemical toilet into my sewer.
The smiles of little faces. The large boxes marked “assembly required.” The one-eyed visiting dog. The destruction and clean-up unleashed by unbridled avarice. One bourbon, one scotch, one beer.
The day is almost upon us. The presents are wrapped, except for the ones I haven’t yet bought. The nanny, gift wrapper supreme, is on vacation, so gift bags. Another trip to the liquor store, make sure the electric drill battery is fully charged, check for spare bulbs and ensure the AA supply is bulging.
Soon those little faces will pop awake, smiling and eager, well before the sun rises. Cousin Eddie will not be present. The one-eyed dog is no leg hound or garbage tipper. It shall be a silent and majestic holiday morn made glorious by the fact that I’m outsourcing assembly of the large present.
I’m with you on the batteries and outsourced wrapping. I’m trailing when it comes to liquor, but I only have one munchkin to worry about. My wife and I have watched NLCV and White Christmas 3x each this season. We love the musical theater that is WC, but we watch NLCV for the comedy and the feeling that one Christmas we will be Chevy and Beverly.
Is Beverly D’Angelo in the MILF HOF? She really looks good in her outfits, even that ’80s suburban cliche black sweater and slacks combo.
Not only is Beverly D’Angelo in the MILF HOF, she’s still in the game. I’ve seen her in some old navy commercial and she’s still hotter than most even though I haven’t got a clue of her age.
Mostly agree, though she wasn’t looking great when she was on “Entourage.”