Twas the week before New Year’s and all through the house not a creature was stirring ….except for the Wu-Tangs. *sigh*
We were away for the holiday and it was lovely. We spent the day with our entire family and had a great time. The best part? Great food and it wasn’t at my house! LOL
The Tali twosome throughly enjoyed themselves. They got an air hockey table, a Hot.Whe.els super jump raceway, N.inte.ndo DS….they are in little boy heaven right about now.
So we returned home on Christmas night around 8pm after driving back from Jersey in the rain. You would think the fact that it was Christmas would mean that everyone was snuggled indoors sipping eggnog by the fire right?
Not the Wu-Tangs. No….they were huddled outside their home, sipping from a bottle and talking and laughing at the top of their lungs. Who does this? Why can’t you all take two steps back and do that ish in your own home? Why congregate outside and then I can hear you all from my house?
Yeah….you know Mr. 1969 decided to stroll outside and across to their house right?
The Wu Tangs: “Hey neighbor, Merry Christmas!”
Mr. 1969: *blank stare/mean mug/ice grill*
The Wu Tangs: “Is there a problem?”
Mr. 1969: “It’s Christmas. I have to listen to you guys being loud outside of your house all year. I’m not doing it tonight. Understand?”
The Wu Tangs: “Uh, we were just going inside.”
Mr. 1969: “Great.”
I stayed inside and watched the exchange from the window behind the curtains. LOL
All I heard Mr. 1969 say when he came in was “Merry Christmas now mothereffers…”
Yeah, nothing like a little yuletide spirit…Philly style.