I almost accidentally ruined Christmas twice in a six-hour span. No joke.
First, the infamous camera. I could have sworn I had told my parents I wanted a camera, but I was going to tell The Squeeze too, so maybe they would want to powwow with him. Likewise, I told The Squeeze I wanted a camera and that he should powwow with my parents.
The Squeeze gave me an awesome camera. I was telling my folks about it, and discovered my dad had as well, going so far as to look for a specific, hard-to-lose color (he knows me so well), charging the battery, and getting an idea of how it worked. I felt bad, my parents felt bad, I shared the badness with The Squeeze, and he felt bad, too.
It was bad.
No sooner had I stopped sniffling than it was time to go to church for the Christmas Eve service, where I was going to be singing "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen" a capella from the hymnal.
Well, apparently our hymnal doesn't include that hymn. I didn't discover this until about five minutes before the service began. I spent the entire sermon flipping through the hymnal, looking desperately for a song I knew well enough to do without any practice a capella. Sorry, Baby Jesus.
But, because the Jeez is a forgiving sort, it all turned out okay.
At church, well, those people have known me since before I was potty-trained, so if I was awful, they were kind enough not to say so.
And my dad, being a very good sport and a very gracious man, returned the camera and got me a Dremel, which is one of the coolest things I have ever owned. We had fun playing with it on Monday. It has a lot of accessories.
Me: What is this?
Dad: A grinder.
Me: What is this?
Dad: A different grinder.
Me: What is this?
Dad: A sander.
Me: This is so cool! (Maybe I should be writing this down.)
(True: I have asked for and been very excited over some rather unique gifts in my time. I.e., The American Heritage Collegiate Dictionary and a new tool box. But clearly I'm not the only one asking for brow-raising gifts: The Squeeze's grandma asked for trouser socks.)
Oooh, and there's still a week to enter the Ugly Sweater Contest! Email me at danathebiped@gmx.com!
Willow and Sammy are also less likely to come home with giant Ikea bags of dirty laundry than some bloggers I know.
1) I guess a camera isn't something you really need two of. If shoes are a 10 (for most people) on the needing-two scale, and an ironing board is a 1, the camera ranks about 6, so it was nice of your dad to exchange it. The Dremel is a really great hobby tool.
ReplyDelete2) I take it the congregation would not have been impressed with a rendition that starts, "God rest ye merry gentlemen, let nothing hmm hmm hmmm...," continues with some humming and mumbling for a few lines, and then goes to "tidings of comfort and joy!" Those are the lines I can remember, though you might know more?
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1. My dad is a super nice guy, and also a very talented photographer. I'm hoping he will give me some pointers with the camera.
ReplyDelete2. I think I know the first verse fairly well, but I get terrible nerves and can't depend on my memory. If I shook any harder, I'd probably fall over.
3. Thank you so much! I am so flattered!