Every year I get a handful of Christmas Newsletters in a handful of Christmas Cards-
which means I get a handful of info from
friends
that for some reason they waited until the end of the year to share.
So.
After a brief convo with Lori G
I thought it would be fun to write our ‘own’ Christmas Letter.
Here’s how it works
I’ll start it off and you add to it by posting your line in the comment section- include links to pictures, whatever you’d like to share.
And remember this is for
FUN
so there are no rules.
Besides.
I’m no good with rules so here it goes:
photo by ljbish2003
Seasons Greetings from the Pringle Family!
This year the littlest of us Pringles
did something just so amazing
last March
that we just couldn’t wait to share it with you all.
Anyway
Bitsy Pringle discovered, all on her own
how to
open….
…parking meters using just talcum powder, chocolate milk, and a buzzsaw. So now we’ve got a little extra change to jingle at the Pringles this year.
And also in March, Chumley Pringle made us all proud when he…
….broke Bitsey out of jail because she was dumb enough to leave her fingerprints all over the parking meters (she gets her brains from HIS side of the family). Anyway, they were both on the lam until…………
…dear old Cousin Darrell Dodd Derringer Pringle took them over the border to Canada. Hopefully we will see them again in a few years. Meanwhile, you will all be happy to hear that old Grandpa Pringle has married again and this time….
Feathery Pringle, the one that wears the big tropical flowers in her hat, took them in, and hid them in her cellar that was full of apple cider she had been making from the apples she filched from the apple trees in sergeant Copstone’s yard. However this led to such merriment that…
…sergeant Copstone showed up just out of curiosity. Oh boy, did Feathery have to talk her way out of that one! Now she & Copstone are an item, though we are all a little nervous about having a cop in the family due to little Beebop Pringle’s…
The RCM decided to let Feathery’s Cellar ( aka unlicensed Bar ) stay open for business but did ask for one thing…
that Beebop Pringle’s hand over her photo collection which consisted mostly of…
pictures of bottles of urine filled with the remains of goodness knows what. Everyone thought it was a quirky little habit at first but now she seems to be gathering bottles from all over the place and filling them with really unusual stuff. We feel she has a calling and know you would just love to see what she and her friends get up to.
Eloise seems to have kicked the habit at last and has stopped taking
fuzzy photographs of ‘Several Species of Small Animals Gathered Together and Grooving with a Pict”, showing what could very well be their naughty bits, but the pictures were soooo out-of focus no-ine is 100% sure about what they are photos of. Beebop handed over the photos but not the
(A gold star to the first person whe figures out where the line ‘Several Species…” originated!)
fuzzy photographs of what appeared to be bottles of urine and the naughty bits of ‘Several Species of Small Animals Gathered Together and Grooving with a Pict”?
Eloise kicked the habit at last and stopped taking Roger Waters to Planetarium “Pink Floyd” shows. But they still like to…
who can stare into 100watt lightbulbs the longest
Of course, the Pringle tendency toward lacking eyelids makes Eloise the winner of that contest. Too bad that Beebop Pringle’s similar situation led her to…
standing on the corner to watch the traffic lights change. Makes for cheap entertainment but imagine our embarrassment and consternation when she was charged with street-walking (not unlike her Great-Grandmama Jezebel). Fortunately
she wowed the police station with a rousing rendition of her favourite song…
http://au.youtube.com/watch?v=GbPovgCP5BU
and much to her surprise ( and ours) has now got Golden Grammy for her song. You may have seen her on MTV. We are now waiting for the release of
her Manager Izzy Bonebracker who is wanted by the RMC for
smuggling sloth hormones and traffic light bulbs into the western Canadian provinces. Of course, Grampy Pringle giving the RMC the code to Izzy’s Portmanteau of Hell helped them to…
buy off this less then cooperative law enforcement type who was wearing nothing but his policeman’s hat in one Beebops photos and if you want to see the picture you’ll have to ask ( oh hey, it’s true and it’s alien boy gold ladies, gold I say
)a certain newletter writer….
who is obsessed with a certain Scotsman, but that’s another story. Anyway, Chumley and Bitsey made a mad dash for Vancouver and then crossed the border and landed in Mount Terrace, Washington where they hooked up with……..
Two handsome Haida who put them in the bottom of the big war canoe and took them up to Rupert where they put them on top of the Raven totem and told them to flap their wings.
And as soon as they started flapping, a Fijian mermaid poked her head out of the water and yelled at them “What is all the commotion about?!” Can’t a mermaid get a good night sleep……
and they were so excited by the mermaid that they tumbled off the totem, sustaining mild injuries, although who can tell if brain injuries were incurred. But we are all happy that Bitsy has had her baby at last–a 12 month gestation period was a little boring. And boy howdy, were we surprised by the baby appearance, which was…
rather strange, to say the least. The baby looks more like the daddy, bless his sweet heart, with lots of …
suction-cup like devices all over his hands. We suspect that something a bit more exciting than sightseeing occurred when Bitsy was on her last interstellar research mission.
And speaking of Monty Python, Uncle Jake got caught trying to return a dead parrot to the petshop…he called it reverse shoplifting. But the most amazing thing was that the shopkeeper (who thankfully declined to press charges) was none other than our long-lost friend…
Mr. Rogers! Anyway, our youngest, Harold Lloyd, is a whiz with accelerants & a lighter. After the house burned for the third time, we’ve built what we think is a completely fire-proof house, totally made from cement. We’re not saying anything about the fire at the school, but naughty naughty!
It wasn’t even Harold’s own school- so as you can see we must have a problem with spontaneous combustion here in our town.
In Harold’s school, his fourth grade teacher, Melody Soprano, the sister-in-law of the brother-in-law of Chumley Pringle saved the family further embarrassment when she doused a suspicious fire in the mitten room with the only thing handy:a celebrity bottle of urine Bepop had forgotten to take home after her “show and tell” presentation. Grandpa Pringle has generously offered to personally replace it, but since the child secretly refers to him as Lumbago-Drawers and the amber liquid had been purloined from the estate of her favorite actor, we fear. . . . .
that somewhere Alien Boy is plotting…
and Bitsey, who was once arrested for stalking Alien Boy, swooned at the mere mention of his name. Ace Pierceman, a long-time admirer of Bitsey, administered mouth-to-mouth aid to her.
When Bitsey came around, she exclaimed……….
“But you’re not him….I mean…” And then she went on for twenty minutes about her near-death experience; she claims to have seen an angel who told her she was chosen to be the one to liberate all the animals at the local zoo. Well, you can imagine the fuss when she tried to do just that! We think we found the last of the large cats she tried to bring home and hide in the basement when……
we heard a blood-curdling scream from the attic and had to rush from the basement to the top floor. Imagine our horror when we passed the first bedroom and found a Siberian tiger taking swipes at a booted leg, obviously still attached to its owner, poking through the ceiling. Why Melody Soprano would have been navigating the beams of the floorless attic had us puzzled until we remembered . . . .