Prezzies exchanged, torn wrappings tidied up and recycled like good little Seattle-ites, another Christmas has passed to be replaced by Boxing Day. In our household, we do not have tenants living on our land or servants to give boxes of left-overs to. Instead, we have the much more important tradition of the TBG's birthday.
When someone's birthday falls on the day after Christmas, it is critical for the rest of the household to grasp how imperative is it to separate the two holidays. When the person in question is one's spouse, the need becomes of paramount importance.
So today will be about prezzies that have no green or red tints to them. We have learned, years ago, the foolishness of something like "We got you an extra big present for Christmas and your birthday". Trust me, that crap don't fly.
So Happy Boxing day to those who celebrate it. And Happy Birthday to the TBG on a day that is so unlike Christmas as to be unrecognizable. I better pay attention where attention is due. I am sure I can work up a suitable rant for tomorrow.
And the news? The TBG is letting our subscription to the local paper run out this week, something she has been asking me to do for some years now. Hey, does my acquiescence count as a birthday prezzie?
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