Spookyness

Old Man Bones was sitting at his player piano when Dead Fat John walked into the pub.

“Sit down,” Bones offered to the weary fat man covered in dust. “Have a drink. It’s on the house.”
John shook his head. He’d played Bones’ game before, and came up a few pennies short every time.

“No thanks,” he said. “I’ll just sit and smell the roses.”

“They aren’t actually roses,” Old Man Bones replied with a smile.

“Well then, I’ll stand until you finish playing.”

Old Man Bones sat. Dead Fat John stood. The piano played long into the night.

When it finished, Bones stood up. John sat down. The player piano stayed quiet.

Everything was quiet.

Cute Little Things

With one hand I type, and within the other, I hold my breakfast.

A week ago, I met my godson for the first thru third time. Little Silas. The parents even found newsy type caps for the occasion. However, I have learned from my other little cousins, it will take twelve years or so of infrequent visits for him to remember who I am. He looked up at me with big, blue eyes and spit-up over his fourth outfit of the day. I whispered important phrases of nonsense into his ear as he spat out his Iowa Hawkeyes pacifier.

On a side note, my toast tastes like bacon. Due to the fact that I haven’t had pork like products within my house for three months, I am ignoring the improbable nature of this claim and savoring the pure bliss.

My coffee tastes a bit like hot rubber… mmm. Bacon on the go. It’s like a road trip without the nasty cheese holding everything in place.

On the subject of cute, little things. My parents have found an abandoned kitten. They waited two weeks to name it - the family Veterinarian needed to determine its sex, then after finding out it was a boy, called it Sam. Sam has decided that he is a parrot, and sits proudly on my father’s shoulder. Together they harvested the fields this year, plundering the amber waves of they bounty once again. Whenever Sam gets sleepy, he just slides off into Dad’s hood for a little cat nap. It’s so cute I can’t hardly stand it.

Well you gang of ninjas, zombies and plutocrats, I gotta run. Keep the ice clean, and may the flamingos keep politics interesting!

The Speech

You can’t tell it from the way the hall is decorated with all its pumpkins and gourds, but Jeanne’s favorite color is actually green, and Jeremy’s just so happens to be red. Every time I think of these two it’s like Christmas.

I have been a fan of team Franz-Adams - excuse me, J-Adams – since the beginning and this feeling of fandom has only grown over time. I don’t know what I’m going to do when I have my Great-grand-nephews drooling on my feet. Jeanne and Jeremy, I reckon I can speak for everyone in here that I will love and support you from now until forever.

Sister, Brother (it’s so cool calling you brother) Here’s to you. Happy Holidays.