Monday...just the word itself is usually enough to set my teeth on edge. There's just something about Monday. It's like the weekend needs to be just one day longer...except when it is, it still needs to be one more day.
But today was different. I was super-tired last week...so much stuff to do for so many different events. Saturday was shopping day for Robbie and me, but I got up really early to get two little shirts done. After that, though, NO SEWING all weekend. Just what I needed to get rejuvenated and ready to get some projects done. So last night I went to bed with a plan: I would get up when Robbie did, get some thngs started in the house, and then start sewing. Everything worked like a dream! I didn't have breakfast or lunch, but I didn't care. I stayed in the sewing house ALL DAY!! My 9000 projects began dwindling down. One after another, things were done: dresses and bags, towels and potholders, shirts and onesies...all done! I feel sooooo productive!
So, my day went so well that I was able to find some humor throughout the day. I remembered several Christmases ago when Gabby, my cousin, wanted to go into Mama's Sunday School class. The class was for older children, but that's what Gabby thought she was at the time. Mama almost cracked up telling about Gabby reading the Christmas story from the Bible: "And an angel of the Lord came to Mary and told her she would have a baby and she would name Him Jesus. But how can that be, asked Mary, since I am Virginia." I got so tickled thinking about it I had to stop the sewing machine!!
Then Christmas Vacation with Chevy Chase came on. The part where he goes flying down the hill on his sled almost did me in. And then I remembered the first time I noticed that "Eddie" had a dickie on underneath his white sweater! Off again with hysterical laughter!
And finally, my favorite Christmas memory: Pam and David and I always shared a room on Christmas Eve. It was a complete necessity. We wanted to be sure that we saw our prizes TOGETHER. Not one of us should get a sneak peek. Unless, of course, someone had to go in to make sure Santa had been. That would be me. The reasoning was that since I was the oldest, I had had more Christmases. Since everyone knows that seeing Santa in action means he doesn't come back, I would be the one to sacrifice. On this particular Christmas Eve, Pam woke me up to tell me that she was sure she had heard jingle bells, but she wasn't sure if Santa was coming or going. I should go check. So, being the sweet, loving sister I am, I went. I crept down the hall to the closed door (I should note that the doors were NEVER closed except on Christmas Eve) and stood for what seemed like forever trying to hear. Despite my willingness to go, I was not completely willing to give up Christmas for the rest of my life. Finally, taking my future into my own hands, I opened the door. No Santa! He had been, though. David's trucks and tractors and trains were all over the floor, and I looked around to find mine and Pam's stash...what a shock!!
Imagine my surprise when I looked across to see one blonde girl and one brunette girl standing over mine and Pam's toys. They even had suitcases! I ran full out back down the hall and slammed the door open. "Y'all get up! Get up! Pam, come help me! Tina and Debbie are in here getting our stuff!" Needless to say, it was NOT Pam and Debbie...it was two lifesized dolls and suitcases for us. That Christmas has NEVER stopped being funny!!
This Christmas already has one funny: Bentley was in the puppet show Sunday and didn't realize that her puppet's ponytail had flipped over the face. There was the puppet, face completely covered, and a big bald spot shining on top of her head. Add to that the "nursing home" look (head back and mouth wide open) that all the puppets had, and I almost fell off the pew!
Here's hoping everyone has something to smile about this Christmas. Laughter does a body good, so fight off the bad stuff with a little joy!!
Against the assault of laughter nothing can stand.
Mark Twain
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