Here’s your Voucher, For Your Certificate, For Your Free Turkey

This little guy has nothing to do with a turkey, but he's cute and who cares.
We got a free turkey today.

Actually. We got our vouchers for a free turkey last week.

I went and picked up the CERTIFICATE today before I went into work.

Now. I get to cash that certificate in and get a free turkey from Price Cutter.

Why my company didn’t just give us the certificates to begin with and skip the voucher stage is beyond me.

I suppose they wanted to make us come up to the hospital so they could make a fuss over us. Which. Okay. But I was in a hurry to get to work and I felt sort of silly being made a fuss over, so I simply walked in, switched out my voucher for my certificate (silly, I know), and left with a smile and an “excuse me.”

It was a nice gesture, though. My company had some gifts displayed that you could buy along with food and even a Santa that you could have your picture taken with. (And to my complete surprise, a few of the people actually took advantage of that. Call me crazy, but watching grown women sitting on some “old” man’s lap seems a little pervish to me, but I’m a prude, so …)

I have no idea what we’re going to do with a turkey. I mean, we’ll EAT it, of course, but Kevin and I are already talking about different left over ideas for all of the turkey we’re sure to have left over. Sure. I have two teenage boys, but they’re not exactly vacuums in the food department – evidenced with their anorexic appearances. (Not eating disorders, just over-active metabolisms. They actually inherited that from me and Kevin. I know. It’s hard to believe I was EVER as skinny as a bean pole but yep, once upon a time … in the land before children …)

Kevin and Dude are hitting the town tomorrow. We need five gag gifts. We’re having Christmas at my folks’ house on Saturday and we have nothing to offer.

Other than our sparkling personalities, of course.

I’m looking forward to seeing what they come up with. They mentioned something about hitting the flea markets …

If you’re reading this and happen to be a member of my family … be afraid. Be very afraid.

AudioPlay, Life-condensed

We’re Watching You

Remember when I said that I thought someone was stealing our Netflix movies out of our mailbox? And remember when I told you about the package from Walmart that contained two very large pillows that was supposedly delivered to our front door but we somehow never got it? (I’d link to the article, but I’m too lazy).

Well. Leave it to my clever husband to do something about it. He set up a web cam, trained on our front porch, to catch any would-be thief who might be tempted to troll our house for potential Christmas presents.

We're Watching You

I was seriously considering paying for a PO Box to have our mail routed to. But Kevin talked me off the ledge and set this up instead. I’m not exactly comforted by the fact that our packages sit on our porch all day long, but at least now we’ll get a look at anyone who might snatch them.

So beware, potential thieves, we’re watching you.

And we’re the sort of people who press charges.

Just sayin’.

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(Glee “The Most Wonderful Day of the Year”)