(No, not Christmas dinner ... dinner on Christmas. It's different!)
Anyway, it's a big-deal event they put on every year at their house that basically reciprocates every social obligation they have for the year. And for the last couple of years, they have asked Wonderhubby, Z-man and me to sing some holiday songs to entertain the crowd.
Last year, our opening act was a 911 call for an elderly man who was unresponsive at the dinner table.
Yeah. For real.
This year was, thankfully, a little less dramatic. We began our five-song set (three of our own plus two sing-alongs) after dessert, and then the doorbell rang.
One couple was a little (!!) late, it appeared, but at least they brought a gift! We waited while my mother graciously took it and opened up the front-hall closet door to put it inside.
There was a little bit of conversation around us, and then a guest's voice cut through the buzz:
"Who's in the closet?"
I swear to God, I think Wonderhubby actually snorted.
"No one in our house," he quipped.
Really? The best line of 2009. Without question.
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From my planet to yours, we wish you a very Happy New Year!
May 2010 bring you nothing but happiness and joy.