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I can actually see a resemblance between Morticia and Queen Vicki...

You're not fat, Vicki. Morticia was just skinny! I'm assuming you're referring to Carolyn Jones (I was surprised to learn that she had been married to Aaron Spelling)... as opposed to the much less attractive (IMO) Angelica Huston who also played Morticia in the 1991 movie.

Yup. An attempted use of sarcasm.

My condolences as well. What an amazing mom she must have been.

It's comforting to know that I'm not the ONLY one!!!

I can really identify with the air hockey thing. It was most popular right about the time I was in 7th and 8th grade when you really didn't have an extra 50 cents to spare!

ITALIAN GRANDMOTHER An Italian grandmother is giving directions to her grown grandson who is coming to visit with his wife. "You comma to de front door of the apartmenta. I am inna apartmenta 301 There issa bigga panel at the front door. With you elbow , pusha button 301. I will buzza you in. Come inside, the elevator is on the right. Get in, and with you elbow, pusha 3. When you get out, I'ma on the left. With you elbow, hita my doorbell." "Grandma, that sounds easy, but why am I hitting all these buttons with my elbow? "What ? --You comin'a empty handed?" ITALIAN GRANDFATHER Why Italian Fathers and Grandfathers pass their handguns down through the family? An old Italian man is dying. He calls his grandson to his bedside, Guido, I wan' you lissina me. I wan' you to take-a my chrome plated .38 revolver so you will always remember me." "But grandpa, I really don't like guns. How about you leave me your Rolex watch instead?" "You lissina me, boy. Somma day you gonna be runna da business, you gonna have a beautiful wife, lotsa money, a big-a home and maybe a whola lot of bambinos." "Somma day you gonna come-a home and maybe finda you wife inna bed with another man. "Whatta you gonna do then? Pointa to you watch and say, 'times up' "?

Man, I love that fuckin' 24-hour Subway. I call it my kitchen. When I walk in, they'll make me anything I want. Doesn't matter. All the girls that work there love Santa and want to be elves this year. Footlong meatball with 16 meatballs? Sure, why not? Don't want the bread, just put it in a bowl? No problem. You want meatball sauce on your pizza and you want extra cheese? We're not supposed to do those things... but for Santa, why not? And yes, the only reason that I left the house the other day (which was a Sunday, also known as my day of "Don't bother to get out of bed" rest) was to go to the kitchen. Must have been almost 5pm before I even saw the light of day... and all of the water.

^ Nice. Just sent that via email to the select few cat lovers whom I still tolerate.

Wife’s Diary: Tonight, I thought my husband was acting weird. We had made plans to meet at a nice restaurant for dinner. I was shopping with my friends all day long, so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but he made no comment on it. Conversation wasn't flowing, so I suggested that we go somewhere quiet so we could talk. He agreed, but he didn't say much. I asked him what was wrong; He said, 'Nothing.' I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset. He said he wasn't upset, that it had nothing to do with me, and not to worry about it. On the way home, I told him that I loved him. He smiled slightly, and kept driving. I can't explain his behavior I don't know why he didn't say, 'I love you, too.' When we got home, I felt as if I had lost him completely, as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. He just sat there quietly, and watched TV. He continued to seem distant and absent. Finally, with silence all around us, I decided to go to bed. About 15 minutes later, he came to bed. But I still felt that he was distracted, and his thoughts were somewhere else. He fell asleep - I cried. I don't know what to do. I'm almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else. My life is a disaster. Husband's Diary: The boat wouldn't start, can't figure it out.

Reported a little problem to the water company today. Seems there was a break in their "main" right at the junction where it goes into the meter box for my house. Thankfully, it was on the road side of the meter box, or it would have been my responsibility. They must have lost thousands of gallons of water. The way it was bubbling up reminded me of the opening sequence of the Beverly Hillbillies, only it was water and not crude.

Another custom Santa suit and robe from Adele's of Hollywood (not me in the pics). Did something a little different this time with the trim since it's my 3rd suit and robe.

Been thinking about getting some lederhosen for an authentic looking elf costume but not something that I would wear. In the old days, I could switch from Santa one night to Buddy the Elf the next night if I just wanted to putz around for a while. Won't be able to pull off the elf this year with a real Santa beard, so I'll have to leave that for someone else. along with Miss Claus, Mrs. Claus and my reindeer mascot.

I'll have to file that one with my "Santa dont's" list.

Happy birthday, Birgir!

Happy birthday, Mike!!!

"I used to be in a barbershop quartet in Skokie, Illinois. The baritone was this guy named Say Ramuels, big fat guy, like orca fat..." So, where was I again? Oh ya, happy birthday, Justin.

Good move, Grahame. I suspect you'll easily notice the difference!

Clubman mustache wax. I've been eating too much of my own facial hair lately.

Took my 6 month beard pics today. 2 months 4 months 6 months

You crack my up, Matt.