An employee of a small town "liberry" chronicles his quest to remain sane while dealing with patrons who could star in a short-lived David Lynch television series.

Saturday, December 25, 2004

Merry Christmas

Posting this from my in-laws house in North Carolina where the wife and I are for the holidays.

Polished off a tasty breakfast of biscuits, eggs, sausage balls, country ham, cheese, jelly and other wonderful breakfasty things this morning. For lunch, Ma put out a neverending buffet of appetizery grub, including more sausage balls, a sandwich platter, chips, dips (of the spinach, chicken curry and sour cream & onion varieties), cakes, pies, fudge, cheesecake, nuts & bolts, and other fabulous things. It's like our appetizer party never ended.

All day long now we keep walking into the kitchen and saying, "Oh, hey, food!" and loading up a plate. Then, half an hour later, we're wandering through again saying, "Oh, sweet! Food!" and it's another plate for us.

I love my ma-in-law!

Hope you all are in much the same situation.

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