Parrothead Ramblings

Christmas just doesn't get any better than this, Parrotheads.

Whew!!

Hang on just a minute, while I catch my breath.

OK, better. Here goes:

There are Christmas Eves and there are Christmas Eves. There are Christmas Eves that make you say "Man, what a great day!" But then there are Christmas Eves that just.....I don't know......take your breath away......and make such an impact on your life that you know you will remember that day right up to the moment that you sail off into the mystic.

This was one of those Christmas Eves.

Let's start from the beginning. First off, my brother and best friend Wayners called me Friday. He was in the hospital. Scared the bejeezus out of me. They first thought he had hepatitis. They did some tests and ruled that out, then were convinced he had malaria. Makes sense since he and Janners just got back from Cancun, which was basically underwater at the end of October. Well, that wasn't it, either. So then they thought he had lymphoma. That's when I got called, and the serious scared shitlessness and praying kicked in. We just lost Mom at the tender age of 80 in July, thanks to cancer, and I would have no more of it. I told Waymers on the spot:

You do not have lymphoma. No way. Ain't happening. Forget about it.

The doctors out in Dallas decided a CAT scan would resolve the whole issue, so they ran one Friday afternoon. I didn't sleep much last night. Me and God had some things to discuss. Then this morning, Christmas Eve, we got the call. The CAT scan was clean. No lymphoma here, baby. They still ain't sure what the problem is, but just hearing that lymphoma ain't it was enough to make Christmas Eve damn near perfect.

So we had our gift exchange this evening, and it was so much fun. Ladybug wore a Santa hat and passed out all the gifts to everybody. Bo and Joe E came over, Mateo and Z-Man, and Mateo's best buddy and roommate, Fez was here. Now, Fez is a newcomer to the Blogosphere. He's been around forever, I just haven't written about him. He's "Fez," just like the guy on "That 70's Show," because nobody seems to know just what the hell he is. Is he Asian, Hispanic, Middle Eastern, Indian, Puerto Rican?? Hell, I haven't got a clue, that's why he's "Fez." So everybody was here, and......wait a minute.......OK, not everybody was here. Miss J had to work until about 9:00 or so, and we really missed her, but we had to move ahead with the exchange so Ladybug could go back home with her Mommy on time at 9:30PM. Miss J made it around 9:00PM, so we were all able to be together for a while. Miss J passed out her gifts for everybody, which were awesome, as you would expect, and opened up her own. Then, like a bolt from the blue, Z-Man steps up and says "Miss J is short one gift. I want to give it to her now." And just like that, in front of me, TFMCD, Bo, Joe E, Mateo, Ladybug, Fez, everybody, Z-Man drops to one knee, hands Miss J a ring, and asks her to marry him. The breath ran right out of me. I had no idea. Of course, that's the way it was supposed to be.

And Miss J said yes.

There wasn't a dry eye in the place.

I wrote a few days ago about a Christmas To Remember. Truth be told, there are lots of Christmases to remember. Pretty much all of them, when you really think about it. They all have some special thing about them, whether you're home or far away. But this one was something more than special. This one was life changing. Wayners is all right, no lymphoma. Miss J and Z-Man are going to make a life together. All is right in the Crime Dog's universe.

And I got a Tivo! How could it possibly be better?
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