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Christmas Eve wisdom

Although it is not Christmas yet (even though I've said "Merry Christmas" a billion times already...even to my students of Jewish decent) I've learned some things this season. A wise man once said, "Hey...I know things." So true.

Here's what I've learned thus far:
1. It is difficult to wrap a golf club, especially one that has a cover on the end (or the top? whatever it's called) Note: I once dated a fellow who was attempting to become a pro golfer. I tried to use golf verbiage a time or two, needless to say it did not work out)
2. The best Christmas gift to ask from one's father? A visit to Jiffy Lube. You better believe Wanda the Honda got some lovin' this morning...fluids, oil, the whole enchilada, all while I was still snoozing in the guest bedroom. I may have left my keys out as a hint to go without me and avoid waking me from my slumber, just a possibility.
3. If there is a gift under the tree that is a sweet of any kind, dogs will find it, and eat it, and perhaps parts of the box too.
4. Christmas shopping at Facists' Island (aka The OC's Fashion Island) at T-2 days is only an option when involving a stop at Yard House for a cold beer mid shop.
5. Watching Julie and Julia is quite the inspiration to blog ;)

That's it for now. Stay tuned...

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