So I've been seeing this a lot lately <3. In blog posts or emails or what have you. I learned that when you type that into facebook, it becomes a heart. I do not have a facebook account, but the Peanut Man does, and mad chicks are always heart-ting him.
But it's not a heart when you type it other places. When you type this: <3
in other places, it's a set of testicles.
I don't mean to be snarky. I just don't want to feel like I'm getting tea-bagged every time I read your message.
So please, stop putting your e-balls on my e-face.
Thank you
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I have a new (to me) piece of Christmas trivia. It seems that in Panama, children don't address their Christmas correspondence to Santa. They address it to : Baby Jesus, c/o St. Peter.*
I like that they aim high. Why write to Santa for a bike when you can write to the Baby Jesus for a set of wings or a bike that can read minds?
I don't like that it's c/o St. Peter. Baby Jesus can't read his own fan mail? He just let's his manager send out form letters. "Dear your name here,
Thank you for the letter!
B-Jeez appreciates and loves each and everyone one of his fans. After all, without his fans, does he even exist? Many regards blah blah blah etc. " And then an obvious signature stamp.
And St. Peter. ? He has to work the door, keep the lists, and answer the fan mail. And probably do the taxes and fill out the insurance forms. Poor St. Peter. Eternity's bureaucrat.
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We're trying to have Chanukah and get ready for the P-man's b-day sunday and Christmas next week. So I've been trying to stay organized. With the two babies and everything else, I've been making todo lists. Today, I crossed off laundry. And then I just laughed and laughed. Two babies. Laundry is never done.
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We went to a local Zoo tonight. Every year they put up a ton of Christmas lights and they have rides and Santa and live reindeer. Which the Peanut got to pat. Awesome. I should have pictures eventually.
She would not pat Santa.
With the Holiday spirit,
Homemaker Man
*I can't speak to the accuracy of this. I got it off the Christmas music channel on the tv.
First there was a Man. Then a Woman. Then in quick succession, two cats, a confused dog beast, and two kids. I stay at home with them. I'm the Man
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Tuesday, December 15, 2009
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