Holidailies 21

Boy, I was not prepared for that alarm clock this morning. Marty's on vacation today, but I'm going to work. I think my brain has already switched over into vacation mode.

Above, one of my favorite ornaments. A little wooden snowman playing the clarinet, just like I did back in high school. Like any high schooler, he's very contrary. When I first hung him on the tree, he turned his back to me immediately. When I took him off the branch to turn him around, he jumped out of my hand and landed on the floor, breaking off one forearm and his clarinet. Well, I wasn't too surprised, because last year he did the same thing (although only the clarinet came off last time). So he's already quite familiar with the application of Elmer's. This time, Marty took him off to the basement and performed reconstructive ornament surgery on him, and the next morning he was sitting next to my place at the breakfast table ready to go back on the tree.

So I hung him on there and he immediately turned his back on me. I just left him like that this time, though.