I don't mean to sound ungrateful. Seriously. The generator that Hubby's coworker delivered yesterday afternoon was miraculous. (And fine, I embarrassed myself a little...or a lot... by kissing it, but can you blame me?)I mean, now we can run the furnace and only stumble out into the snow and gusty winds to fire it up about every six hours instead of three. So, I'm appreciative. But the thing was, when I said electricity I sort of meant...electricity. You know. From that whole pole/meter/guy in hard hat thing? Yeah. That's what I meant.
I'm getting desperate, Santa. Forget the neighbor's pajamas. I suspect you didn't buy my promises not to mock her. How about...and this is hard, I want you to know this, Santa...but I'll give up chocolate M&M's. For the most part.
So, please. Can I have some electricity for Christmas, pretty please????
-Kelley, who is now working her way toward day seven of no power and the complete loss of her sanity.
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