Secret Santa
CEO, North Pole Inc.
Ho! Ho! Hoooooes!
Bet you didn't expect to hear from ME this time of year. Yes, it's your favorite fat red leprechaun!
Now that the busy season is over, I needed to get the hell out of that frigid ice palace. I still don't know how the hell I ever let that woman talk me into moving up north -- I hate the cold. Anyway, I jetted my fat ass back off to the land of coconuts and pineapples for a little decompression. So, there I am, laying on the beach in Waikiki working on my beard tan, when what to mywandering wondering eyes should appear, but Cabaiguan Juan and eight tiny reindeer (those little bastards follow me everywhere). At first I was afraid that he had caught up to me to raise some questions about the true provenance of some of his gifts, which I can't deny has happened before. However, this young man just wanted to say hello and see how things were going in the off season.
I guess Jon had some soiree going on in town. We did some sightseeing, ate some seafood, and shared some Short Stories before he had to run off. Since we are both surrounded by juvenile terrorists all day, it was nice to have some grown up conversation for a change. As you can guess, I shun photographic evidence of my existence, so there are no photos of our escapades. Though, I hope that we can meet up again sometime sooner rather than later.
Mi sleigh is su sleigh, Juan.
Happy St. Patrick's Day to all, and to all a good night!
Bet you didn't expect to hear from ME this time of year. Yes, it's your favorite fat red leprechaun!
Now that the busy season is over, I needed to get the hell out of that frigid ice palace. I still don't know how the hell I ever let that woman talk me into moving up north -- I hate the cold. Anyway, I jetted my fat ass back off to the land of coconuts and pineapples for a little decompression. So, there I am, laying on the beach in Waikiki working on my beard tan, when what to my
I guess Jon had some soiree going on in town. We did some sightseeing, ate some seafood, and shared some Short Stories before he had to run off. Since we are both surrounded by juvenile terrorists all day, it was nice to have some grown up conversation for a change. As you can guess, I shun photographic evidence of my existence, so there are no photos of our escapades. Though, I hope that we can meet up again sometime sooner rather than later.
Mi sleigh is su sleigh, Juan.
Happy St. Patrick's Day to all, and to all a good night!
