It is simply a gorgeous Saturday night. I'm installed on front of a fire that won't quite catch on after an impromptu dinner with friends. The atmosphere at work today was jovial as everybody had the "Friday" mindset. We laughed, Zachary leading the way with his comical hippie humor. The discussion turned to our upcoming Christmas party. I had suggested some weeks ago that we would rent out the room at Pappadeux, however it was decided today that we will have a bowling alley party. As the discussion progressed, the enthusiasm was apparent. I agreed. And then Zach decided we would all wear a hat that will express our personality. And so we will. His outlandish charm keeps me on my toes. I was out shopping for Nichole's birthday tonight keeping my eye out for a hat that would be worthy of the party. I was amused. Bowling is not my idea of a Christmas party per say, but hey, it's good exercise for my butt, includes beer and bad shoes, it is defiantly different. So I am game.
Emma was at work this week. She walked in and surveyed the atmosphere. "Grandmama, are we doing plastics"?"Yes would you like to help"?
"Yes" She sat down at station 1 and grabbed a housing and a few screws. I found it charming. As we have a photo wall of employees in various moments, I grabbed the camera so I could add her to the wall. She scowled and said; " no pictures please". She's apparently sick of my paparazzi ways.
There are 51 days left in this year. I am anxiously counting them down so I can start all over again.
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