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At the pearly gates

Poor AAH: just when the pressure is on, all her Christmas prezzies still to be bought, and she’s scheduled to work back-to-back shifts, she comes down with a case of food poisoning.

She believes a certain Ceasar salad is to blame, eaten at a certain cafe where she works. The day yesterday was alternately spent puking and screaming at the top of her lungs at the pain in her stomach; I wonder what the neighbours think. Probably that she was in labour, because that is about the only thing with which I can equate those screams. Well, that and having her fingernails pulled out slowly with pliers.

Today was slightly better, although she’s still walking around hunched over like an old crone. Nonetheless, she managed to surface from her predicament long enough to tell me a joke [what a trouper!]:

These three guys are at the pearly gates, waiting to be admitted into heaven. Saint Peter tells them that, because it’s Christmas, they have to have something on them relating to Christmas before he can admit them in.

So the first guy pulls out his lighter, and says, “This lighter represents the light of Christmas.”

St. Peter says, “OK, you’re in.”

The second guy pulls out his keys and says, “These keys jingle like jingle bells.”

St. Peter says, “OK, you’re in.”

The third guy pulls out a pair of women’s panties, and says, “These are Carol’s.”

We had some hail this afternoon, enough to turn the ground white. Headed downtown today and everyone was in the Yuletide spirit. Ah, it’s nice. Temps right now are -1°C [30F] and sunrise was at 11.22, sunset at 3.30 pm.



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