Marriage is a relationship in which one person is always right and the other one is the husband.

My Christmas gift to you.

Christmas Eve, my mom's 90th birthday, and she's sick. That stinks! Hopefully it's nothing more than the stomach bug it's acting like and will be gone in short order.

Pam is nasty sick, too. Hers is a head cold that includes a hacking cough. She stayed home from church yesterday lest she infect others but she went to work today. Hey, in a hospital they're already sick.

And no Monday night football. Misery everywhere.

The Rambler needs a new thermostat. O'Reilly's carries one that will work and it only set me back $13. For reasons I can't imagine Rambler decided not to use two bolts to hold the thermostat cover on, like every other manufacturer in the WORLD. They used two studs coming out of the block. The thermostat cover has holes for those two studs to pass through and then nuts that hold the cover in place. 

The cover is rusted to upper stud. I've tugged, banged and wedged, without success. So I've sprayed it with a liberal application of PB Blaster and will see if it breaks loose tomorrow morning. (Christmas gift??) The next step is a torch, but I'm really hoping to avoid that. Torches and gasoline engines present the potential for a Christmas surprise. 

This is pretty interesting.

Les Miserables, the movie. Go see it? Pam got two free movie tickets for having donated a whole bunch of blood over the past few years so it's an option. I didn't know anything about the story so I went to the Wikipedia site and read the plot summary. 

There's no way the movie follows the book. The book is way too long and the plot way too complex. It would have to be a six hour movie. And like most Dickens stories it's depressing. Mistreated children, abject poverty, cruelty...

I'll pass, thank you. 

There must be a Bruce Willis flick out now. There's always a Bruce Willis flick. Die Hard XCI

Tomorrow is Christmas. We're doing our family gathering Wednesday evening, an easy solution to the problem of scheduling multiple family gatherings. It doesn't matter to us what day it is, just that the family is together at some point. So tomorrow Pam and I will putz around the house like any other day we're both home, the Christmas music from the radio the only marker of the day/date. Maybe that's a good thing. It will make it easier to remember the Reason.