December 9, 2008
I slept in this morning. Spouse had jumped in to facilitate the morning ritual of a buck-sausage breakfast and unloading the dishwasher. Through the groggy cobwebs in my brain, I could hear an in depth conversation about Santa Claus. The Yahoos were giving their thousand dollar list of gadgets.
"I want a Nintendo DS. I want a v-bot. I want Ironman the video game. I want Optimus Prime slipppers. I want a wii." The list went on and on.
And Spouse says: "I don't know guys... I think Santa Claus is looking for a bailout this year."