Christmas Gift List (the final chapter, maybe)

CHRISTMAS GIFT LIST (PART I) IS HERE

CHRISTMAS GIFT LIST (PART II) IS HERE

CHRISTMAS GIFT LIST (PART III) IS HERE

CHRISTMAS GIFT LIST (PART IV) IS HERE

CHRISTMAS GIFT LIST (PART V) IS HERE

CHRISTMAS GIFT LIST (PART VI) IS HERE

CHRISTMAS GIFT LIST (PART VII) IS HERE

CHRISTMAS GIFT LIST (PART VIII) IS HERE

Are you tired of all these gifts yet? I’m down to the wire but who said I had to have it done by Christmas Day? Not me, that’s for sure. I only promise to finish before 2009, and if I don’t I’ll post a video of HBL doing a snow angel wearing only his underwear. Who in their right mind would ever do that? *wink*

Enough already, Janie. *I know you’re all thinking that*

The last person on my original blogroll is Peggy over at Yankee Chick’s place. Peggy lives in Arkansas but her little hearts and souls live in Alaska.

    

            

YC, I know how much you miss those little darlings in Alaska and when I looked at the map and saw just how far apart you actually are, I knew there was only one thing to do. I picked up Arkansas (man, you people need to go on a diet because I nearly got a hernia moving ya!!) and I moved it on up to Alaska.

I hope you’ve still got your heavy parka and those girls of yours have put on a nice layer of fat and their heavy winter coat (horses, people…..horses) because it gets a tad bit colder up yonder but I know that’s where you really want to be so the cold will be worth it.  Merry Christmas, Peggy……and a very happy new year to come.

Now it’s time for Debbie aka A Day Or Two In The Life Of Me.

Debbie, you recently posted about your little skating venture and I remember doing a double take on your site to check your age. Can you say broken hip? I feared for your bones and thought the best thing I could give you is this custom made butt pillow to protect those bones. Wear it proudly and I hope you have a great Christmas!

On to the N*ked (man) On The Roof.    I have a bone (poor choice of words, perhaps?) to pick with you, btw.  I’ve blown that picture up a zillion times and I still see no n*ked man on that roof. What the fork??

I’m still giving you a present even if you are nothing but a big tease. My gift is this image of what you’d look like if you continued to grow that beard, plus a little something to ensure you don’t look like this because you’re way too darn cute to cover that face up with a bunch of icky hair.  Merry Christmas n*aked man who really isn’t n*aked, and happy shaving.

Now for Nuts & Mutton. No, that’s not what’s for supper, it’s who is getting my next gift.

N & M, I’m sure you remember that last Valentines Day when The First Husband was sailing on that 40 ft. catamaran and you were left home to shovel snow, right? Well, this catamaran is for you and I’ve left TFH home shoveling snow and he’s really enjoying it. NOT!  Enjoy your vacation and I hope you have a very happy holiday, especially that day of relaxing in your jammies known as Boxing Day.

Then there is Ms. Gem who lives on a Windy Hill in Australia.

Gem, you can do ANYTHING. You bake awesome looking cinnamon rolls, quilt, scrapbook, take great pictures, and live on a beautiful farm but there’s one thing missing. You need/want a windmill so I’m pulling this one up and shipping it over to ya. I hope you’ve got a good place to put it and you think of me every time the wind blows.   Merry Christmas, Gem.

Well folks, can you believe I finished before Christmas?? I can’t and neither can HBL. In fact, I had no intention of doing these final ones tonight but decided anything was better than helping HBL wrap presents. Besides, he was doing a mighty fine job on his own so I didn’t want to throw any kind of kink into the deal. Plus, neither one of our hearts could have taken it if he had to make snow angels in his undies.  He’d have a heart attack from the cold and I’d die laughing so it’s a good thing I finished this, right?

I don’t think I missed anyone but if I did, please let me know and I’ll be happy to come up with something that is special, just for you.

To all my readers, all 4 of you, whether you have a blog of your own, just read and comment, or merely lurk—–I wish you all a very Happy Hanukkah, Merry Christmas, and a fabulous 2009.

HAPPY TRAILS, Y’ALL

Allow me to clarify something.  I didn’t mean I’d die laughing if he had a heart attack.  I meant I’d die laughing from watching him do snow angels in his underoos.  *for the record*