tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435695898669200688.post8346100780417741722..comments2023-09-29T08:31:13.394+01:00Comments on Hex My Ex: Dabis, Improbe Poenas!: Christmas with the Mildews...Agnes Mildewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09851062037702982772noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435695898669200688.post-54803955752325978442007-12-04T07:08:00.000+00:002007-12-04T07:08:00.000+00:00Girl Fren': Your offer of supping Christmas Dinner...Girl Fren': Your offer of supping Christmas Dinner with you sounds an offer almost too good to refuse - no world war 3 to contend with, no sweating over a hot stove, and no perpetual search for the right batteries. Hmmm...why didn't you invite me earlier?Agnes Mildewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09851062037702982772noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435695898669200688.post-14276431843763106112007-12-01T16:38:00.000+00:002007-12-01T16:38:00.000+00:00Alice, dear, your Christmases past and future have...Alice, dear, your Christmases past and future have an absolutely Dickensian note to them. As I'm an American whose silly head fills with Visions of Sugarplums at the slightest provocation, and our Christmas season begins the last Friday of November, we run full-tilt until Christmas Day.<BR/><BR/>An old friend, referring to moi, said, "You get more mileage out of Christmas than anyone I've known." She was fatally injured in an after-season sale several seasons back (Christmas makes me alliterate. Sorry.) She therefore did not live to see me go from being Tiny Tim to Ebenezer Scrooge.<BR/><BR/>By the By, I missed the news about Mr. P (will you be taking his name?) One comment about his enthusiasm for the feast: "Of course he's dreaming of a Roast Stag with all the trimmings." He'd be the person sitting with his thumbs hooked in his trousers band waiting to be called to the heavily laden table.<BR/><BR/>Come to the States & drink dinner with me!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435695898669200688.post-28212522326724761302007-11-25T07:30:00.000+00:002007-11-25T07:30:00.000+00:00Barbara: Hello there! Thanks for dropping by - don...Barbara: Hello there! Thanks for dropping by - don't stay so quiet in the future!Agnes Mildewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09851062037702982772noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435695898669200688.post-63972226205294667182007-11-25T02:54:00.000+00:002007-11-25T02:54:00.000+00:00Every time I come by I am highly amused. This post...Every time I come by I am highly amused. This post made me snort. HABarbara Dodukhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03821810858403425998noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435695898669200688.post-47475157629248121542007-11-24T05:59:00.000+00:002007-11-24T05:59:00.000+00:00Linda: Were we separated at birth? I think you hav...Linda: Were we separated at birth? I think you have the same family as me, actually. And the same mentality! Boxing Day sales and the days off from work are the best things about the 'Festive Season' for me, most definitely!Agnes Mildewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09851062037702982772noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435695898669200688.post-83254876487759668872007-11-24T05:31:00.000+00:002007-11-24T05:31:00.000+00:00I have Christmas on the eve of the 24th and so the...I have Christmas on the eve of the 24th and so the 25th is a weird day for me. Now that my father does not talk to me, my mother lives in another state, mother in law pegged it, father in law in loopy land nursing home, big sister hates me, little sister lives near mother, the season has certainly lost it's oomph factor. Still, 1st December out comes the big tree and gets decorated.<BR/><BR/>My son loves it though and that is what counts.<BR/><BR/>Personally I think that the Boxing Day sales make it ALL worth while.lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05392205573326695683noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435695898669200688.post-76747909255394424592007-11-22T05:10:00.000+00:002007-11-22T05:10:00.000+00:00Heather: So it's YOU and your ilk who force me to ...Heather: So it's YOU and your ilk who force me to go a bit wild-eyed at the end of summer is it? No sooner is it Back to Skool, then it's Christmas...I swear I caught a glimpse of an Easter egg the other day...Agnes Mildewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09851062037702982772noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435695898669200688.post-50791500639094365462007-11-22T04:31:00.000+00:002007-11-22T04:31:00.000+00:00so, you'd probably think less of me if I told you ...so, you'd probably think less of me if I told you I'm the girl who got excited about seeing Christmas decorations at Halloween, huh?....Heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12137357882120170914noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435695898669200688.post-81085967505488150662007-11-21T07:30:00.000+00:002007-11-21T07:30:00.000+00:00Matt: Your Christmas sounds fantastic. Where's Sho...Matt: Your Christmas sounds fantastic. Where's Shoebox Manor again?<BR/><BR/>Stealth: I shall certainly take a peek into that video nasty!!<BR/><BR/>Alcoment: We could always send a petition to No. 10 banning Family Christmasses on the grounds of unsociability - they are much more antisocial than smoking in a pub...<BR/><BR/>Fish: That is a strange Christmas...ordering takeaway. Do they do Vindaloos?<BR/><BR/>Hope: Ah! A secret weapon in your hands. Excellent. I think you should send a bit of that my way for when I am dealing with idiots at work!Agnes Mildewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09851062037702982772noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435695898669200688.post-4165452800004074762007-11-21T06:23:00.000+00:002007-11-21T06:23:00.000+00:00This year has gone by fast. Ethan just redoecarted...This year has gone by fast. Ethan just redoecarted the hallway with tongihts dinner so maybe we will get out of going to the inlaws for dinner or at the very least I'll make sure he licks the cutlery for a few of my favorite people.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435695898669200688.post-52412090937372283752007-11-20T21:23:00.000+00:002007-11-20T21:23:00.000+00:00You would love Christmas in New York, you can orde...You would love Christmas in New York, you can order takeaway and have it delivered, go to the movies and even do your supermarket shopping if that is your want since some places stay open. It's very bizarre for a Brit used to everything coming to a halt for at least one day a year.fishwithoutbicyclehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12071691302805126529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435695898669200688.post-13144305910362469572007-11-20T18:24:00.000+00:002007-11-20T18:24:00.000+00:00I normally have to go to my parents' for Christmas...I normally have to go to my parents' for Christmas each year (unless I'm working, which happens quite often!!) and the day never seems to match my mothers visions of the happy family sat round the table, all cheery with full stomachs. The reality is normally the family, quite mardy, full of alcohol and about to start a brussel sprout war!alcomenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12950196722997462746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435695898669200688.post-19533429655174067452007-11-19T19:17:00.000+00:002007-11-19T19:17:00.000+00:00You need to go watch the videos on my blog of us "...You need to go watch the videos on my blog of us "helping" Karen put up her Christmas tree.Stealthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17694710817496949055noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435695898669200688.post-45251251718624043742007-11-19T17:43:00.000+00:002007-11-19T17:43:00.000+00:00I miss the old Chingduvé family Christmas blowout ...I miss the old Chingduvé family Christmas blowout where everybody would get completely ripped on booze and very cantankerous, usually ending in assault and damage to property. Those were the days! This year I intend to recreate the old times by sitting in a chair, listening to the Mario Lanza Christmas Album, getting hammered on booze and arguing with the Budgies! This really WILL be as much fun as it sounds!Mr Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05133621384330068449noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435695898669200688.post-67055304002580702082007-11-19T13:10:00.000+00:002007-11-19T13:10:00.000+00:00Mark: Your prompt startled me into action - I'd ha...Mark: Your prompt startled me into action - I'd had this burbling away on the back burner. Glad you got your fix!<BR/><BR/>Keli: Well, it might be worth a try. No doubt he will tear his hair out (that's singular, by the way) when he realises just how fussy the Mildew Household is where our grub is concerned.<BR/><BR/>Charles: Glad to see the message is starting to sink in.Agnes Mildewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09851062037702982772noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435695898669200688.post-12935266936950879832007-11-19T08:47:00.000+00:002007-11-19T08:47:00.000+00:00Mr. P will most assuredly be preparing whatever Ag...Mr. P will most assuredly be preparing whatever Agnes lets him get his grubby hands on. After all, hexing doesn't stop for Christmas, and Ms. Mildew is a very Busy And Superior Person.Ian Thttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09936577687295828181noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435695898669200688.post-7614640005856493682007-11-19T03:40:00.000+00:002007-11-19T03:40:00.000+00:00If it's any comfort, I have similar romantic Chris...If it's any comfort, I have similar romantic Christmas visions - only in my part of the world, the weather is usually boring, hot, sunny and twit-filled. But then where would my blog be without the twits?<BR/>I was officially exhausted after reading your account of the ex and the hare. After lying down and feeling again refreshed, may I suggest Mr. P prepare the feast? After all, you hold the purse strings.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6435695898669200688.post-58391438780533554272007-11-18T18:59:00.000+00:002007-11-18T18:59:00.000+00:00Ahhhh, that's better. Cheers!Ahhhh, that's better. Cheers!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com