Wednesday - December 23, 2009
It was a week before Christmas, when at the Nagasawa house, I thought I heard yelling, it must be my spouse; the presents were strewn on the floor without care, she ran out of Scotch tape and was pulling her hair.
I tried to nestle in a closet to hide, but she still found me and I thought I had died. My wife with her scissors up in the air had a huge problem she wanted to share.
“I’m all out of tape,” which was all of her chatter. “You go to the store,” after which I did scatter.
Off to nearby Foodland, I flew like a flash; but first the ATM to secure me some cash. The store was laid out in much Christmas glee, and I couldn’t help notice the holiday spree.
When to my wandering eyes should appear, but various displays of my favorite—beer. The signage was festive and lively and “shtick,” the sight of those “brewskis” just did the trick.
I whistled and shouted and called out by name: “On Heineken, on Coors, and Bud to load in my car, on Corona, Sam Adams and of course Stella Artois.”
Soon my cart was full to the top, I had little cash so I made myself stop.
“But what’s beer without pupus?” I said to myself. And spoke not a word but went right to a shelf.
I laid all my fingers aside of a case, where visions of poke danced in my face. I went to the register to get out of the place, and as soon as I got home, met my wife face to face.
“Where is my tape?” on my back she had rode. I completely forgot it and my head did explode. She laughed out loud and gave me a perk, “Merry Christmas, my completely, loveable jerk.”
For next year so as not to look like an ape, when your wife says to buy Scotch, make sure its just tape.
Be safe this Christmas and enjoy your family. Say a prayer for those in need and those tirelessly serving our country. Send your favorite Web sites to me at:
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