Deck The Halls Watch

Sleepy Beth has pics up of her holiday decore, complete with inflatible Nativity!

It just so happens that the new digital camera we bought ourselves for Christmas this year turned up yesterday. I plan to settle down and play with it this weekend while the in-laws are taking the Llama-ettes out and spoiling them rotten. If you ask very nicely, perhaps I'll try and figure out how to post a pic or two of the Orgle Manor Tree.

Yes, the in-laws arrive today for a two night stop on their way down to "Flahrduh," complete with a pair of miniature poodles they recently acquired. They're not actually staying at the house but they don't want to leave the dogs at the hotel, so apparently they're going to bring them along when they come a'visiting. To borrow the George Lucas catch-phrase, "I got a baaaad feeling about this."

I gather that the plan is for them to take the Llama-ettes out wherever they'd like to go tomorrow. The talk of the breakfast table this morning was a trip to Jeepers, although I toyed with the malicious idea of suggesting Chuck-E-Fargin'-Cheese instead. (As a matter of fact, it's all really moot to me since I refuse point-blank to set foot in either place, regardless of who else might be in the party or what diplomatic issues my absence creates.)

I dunno if anybody has figured out what to do about the dogs yet, whether one of the Missus' family will stay or else whether I'll get saddled with watching them. If they were any other kind of dog, I'd cheerfully volunteer to spend the afternoon playing with them. However, my attitude to yappy little animals of this sort is very similar to Miss Murdstone's toward young David Copperfield:

"Generally speakin', I don't like boys. How d'you do, boy?"

We shall see what happens.