We wisely skipped the rockin' pre christmas party, if it ever occurred (I have my doubts). Instead we waited for New Year (a more secular day) and partied in our own inimitable baarder style. That basically meant partying with all old coots we live with and a couple of non coot friends. And of course, the coots out danced, out drank, out partied us young things. One of them even got these crazy lights - indescribable!
Of all places, the baarder was happening!
Unfortunately, the next day I was subjected to the beret editing my work! He's on an editing spree- none have been spared. To celebrate this he brought out the smashed milk can hat. So now we have a Stevensonian stand off between Dr. Milk Can and the benevolent (comparatively) Dr. Beret. Fun n games! [No doubt that last exclamation point would be edited out with a stern 60 minute ramble if he ever saw this blog. And that would be followed by a pathetic me back on the job market).
In between all this we were mightily entertained by K chasing V around the office after supposedly digging his nose. V is notorious for her fastidious nature. Need I say more?
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