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Date: December 02, 2015 12:28AM
I had been cleaning years of accumulated stuff out of closets for a good part of the afternoon, and had a pretty sizable ache starting up in my back. I was very much looking forward to sitting down, putting my feet up, and enjoying yesterday's leftovers in front of the TV. And the doorbell rang.
A group of shiny-toothed Mormons were on our porch, complete with a plateful of home-made cookies. (We don't NEED them. DH is diabetic.) They graced us with a couple of carols. I was scraping my weary brain for the lyrics to the old English "Boar's Head" carol, which I think has at least a reference or two to mead in it, but I couldn't remember it.
DH was very sweet and gracious. I managed to show my teeth in what I hoped would pass for a smile, all the while thinking of washing down some Excedrin with a belt of Glenfidditch.
Nothing like Mormon carolers to really put a person in the holiday spirit. Hell's bells, we haven't even finished up the Thanksgiving turkey yet. Grrr. . .