Saturday, December 26, 2009

Christmas Passed

Twas the night before Crixmus......and Urban Street Pirate dropped by.

The next day was a little something we like to call "Christmas." Maybe you've heard of it? While everyone else was snoring away at visions of sugar plums, I got up and made Spice Applesauce Muffins and then served them with tea in bed.Don't you wish you were married to me? Yeah, sometimes I wish I was married to me, too.

And then, PRESENTS:

Including the present that had been transported to the floor sometime during the night.No one is pointing any fingers, but I have my suspects.

Suspect A: j' accuse.

Gifties were a big hit. I got lavender argyles, hoo hoo.

Urban Street Pirate thought we had given him a stole. I considered explaining it was, in fact, a largish bath mat, but decided to leave him his sad little dreams.Besides, I think he looks good in it. If you see him out at the bars tonight, be sure to compliment on it.

I gave R Man a netsuke shelf. Saki dug it. Shades of old, prissy poofs in Tilling, we have turned into E.F. Benson's Georgie. Someone shoot me. Please.

I also found a totally cool picture frame at a consignment store,so I went out to Ocean Beach, shot some random pictures and blew one up for it as another R Man present. He likes, but then again, it's all about the frame.

In my post about the new color in the dining room, that sharp-eyed minx, Diane von Austinberg, demanded to know what we were putting in the living room where the astronaut picture had been. Zip it sister, I wanted to snap, it's a secret. Well, now the truth can be told. R Man's christmas present is up on the wall where the astronauts lived so happily for so long.And then Christmas was over. How was yours?

13 comments:

  1. Not sure which is the more beautiful, poetic picture...the ocean or the muffins in bed.

    jellus!

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  2. Mr. Peenee is a fabulous Santa. It is all about that frame. Maybe next year you could have a beautiful portrait painted of yourself in shades of powder blue, salmon and gold. Like Joan Crawford.

    Merry Christmas

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  3. Aha! It looks lovely above those chairs. And you all look lovely too . . . even ABE Saki.

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  4. I want to have Christmas at Mr. P's house:
    Muffins in bed, vintage shelves, original art work in cool frames, socks!!!
    So much better than the lump of coal at Post Apocalyptic Bohemia.

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  5. What a perfect day. Booze, food, presents, freinds, kitties, all in a tasteful home. You have the best life ever!

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  6. Truly a most beautiful post.

    That's what I miss, the couple-thing, come Xmas morning.

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  7. Y'all do not fit in that bed! It's teeeny!

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  8. I gasped when I saw the photo of R Man as I thought that Christmas stocking was an amputated limb in bed with him.

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  9. The photo of you and your socks has temporarily distracted me from your new hat photo.

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  10. You need to move on from That Hat sweetie. Move on. I don't want to put together some kind of intervention for you.

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  11. Next year I'm spending Xmas in SF. Your presents are awesome. Melbourne, Australia can bite me

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  12. Dear Pee,
    Only discovered your blog a few months ago but it has become compulsory reading for me - I just love it. A British exile living in SF, I feel as if I have discovered a role model in you. Please keep it going - I look forward to each entry so much.
    David

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