1.) Write or share a letter to Santa.
2.) Describe a favorite Winter memory.
3.) Last night it snowed buckets and you are forced to spend the entire day at home with your family...what's the plan!?!
4.) What's the best gift you've ever gotten/given.
5.) Describe a Christmas tradition that you have started with your own family?
I've found one that is just perfect for today, but I'm going to morph it a bit to fit my own needs. It's about a winter memory, albeit not a fabulous one. And what makes my winter memory a perfect post for today? Well, Olivia did it herself today. And it ain't pretty.
Let me begin with me.
It was a very cold day. When I got home from school no one was there yet and it was one of those rare times when our door was locked.
I hunkered down to wait for someone to come home. And then I noticed a very enticing pile of snow on our railing. It was huge! More than a mouthful. Light and fluffy and white. It. Looked. Delicious!
You know where this is going, don't you? Yes sir-reee. My blogging friends are smarter than a dozen raw carrots ANY DAY!
So there I am. And there it is.
And then tongue met railing.
I'm talking a real lick. None of this tip of the tongue stuff. It was a full tongue lick on that railing. The whole top of my tongue.
And stood there for a brief time trying to figure out what to do.
Do you remember in other posts, I would tell you about how I was shy? How I would NOT cop to anything that might make me look like a fool? This is one of those times.
I tore my tongue off the railing, because God knows I wouldn't want anyone seeing me like this.
And then I stood on our front step, which faced the school field, and screamed and cried for all I was worth.
One of my brother's friends came along and took me back to the school, where I bled all over the floor. They mopped me up the best they could, and proceeded to ask me what happened.
"Did you put your tongue on anything metal?"
"Uh-uh." I responded.
I think they knew I was lying.
So now fast forward to today. George was snow-blowing and Liv was playing in the front yard. He came around the front to see her standing there bleeding all over the place.
She did it. Like mother, like daughter, right?
She told me that she pulled and pulled and it wouldn't come off, and her dad couldn't hear her over the snow-blower. So she scraped her tongue off the railing with her teeth.
Yup. You heard right.
She scraped it with her teeth.
And it's still there to prove it. Seriously! A layer of tongue and gobs of frozen blood. (That I couldn't resist bringing in to show her! lol)
Take a look:
However, she ripped the little flappy thingamajig trying to pull her tongue off.
(And clearly we gave her some spiked eggnog for the pain.... Well, okay. It was whiskey. Straight up.)
Put this on your list of things NEVER to do.
Thanks for playing! Click on Kat's picture above to go and see my classmates!