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Permalink 12/25/09 at 07:43:12 am, by Ed, 201 words   English (US)
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We're here in Iowa-bound Truman for Christmas day today. We were planning on showing up today for the Christmas celebration, but then we found out that the west coast was planning on snowblowing their driveways on Wednesday. My girlfriend/wife wanted to leave a couple days early because of that, so we ended here on Wednesday night.

At some point on Thursday we had worn out all of our other games, and we wanted to play something new. We had gotten a board game for my brother and sister-in-law, and they, surprisingly enough had gotten a board game for us. So we decided to open one gift each on Christmas eve so we could play a couple of games before bed time.

Unfortunately, as it turns out, brains all over are melding together, and we got each other the same board game. So we could only play one game. But it was Settlers of Catan, so it was a good and long game.

Then, this morning, I read this Dilbert comic. Somehow, it seems all too familiar.


It reminds me of the episode of the Simpsons where Marge's gift to Homer was a gift to Marge, because she knew he'd forget.

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