The 17 Ways To Make Cosmic Cookies

…and Santa thought he was flying before he ate ’em

Ho ho fucking ho! Once again, an Xmas weekend is upon us. Here, for no other reason than to fill up a blog entry and maybe entertain you, is Uncle Doc’s schedule.

Friday Night: Cook dinner for My Sweet Little Albino Grey Squirrel Of Love…have weekly financial meeting with aforementioned sweetheart…relax…play with The Girls…sleep

Saturday: Brekky…dog park adventure…buy My Sweet Little Blueberry Muffin With Butter And A Hot Mug Of Cocoa With Marshmallows Of Cuteness (hmmm…that might be the longest one ever) a secret Xmas Gift (despite is both saying “no gifts this year”) (because, ya know, that’s the kinda guy I am)…housecleaning for Game Day on Sunday…watch whatever flicks we get from Netflix…dinner in some form…goof off…sleep

Sunday: Brekky out, not in…tidy house up…Game Day…rest…dinner (I’m thinking something of a pork nature)…goof off…sleep

Monday (Xmas Eve): work until 1 or 2 (for both of us)…wash dogs in preperation for the Big Familly Xmas Eve Gathering…give Grace her present…get all gussied up for aforementioned BFXEG…drive up to Marysville and attend BFXEG at my niece Molly’s house…come home (with Grace driving due to my inevitable Guinness intake)…sleep

Tuesday (Xmas): Sleep in late…goof off…eat…sleep

And there ya have it.

Merry/Happy/Joyous/Whatever (insert your chosen holiday here)!