ON CHRISTMAS MORNING, Sheryl gave me an awesome DVD, The Who Live In Texas 1975.
Seems she had also ordered the Rolling Stones DVD Hello Charlie but hid it in the store after it was delivered.
"It's there somewhere. It will come to me. We'll find it," she said.
No problem. It's the thought that counts. So far, it hasn't come to her.
This morning, a package from Amazon arrived. Sheryl grabbed it and tried to put it away. But it was too late.
"Fine," she said. "I ordered another one. Here you go. Merry Christmas for the last time. And now we have one for here and one for the store."
She also called herself a dingbat. "When my mom died, we found tons of Christmas presents she'd lost over the years," she said.
Maybe I'll just watch each copy. It's the Stones, after all. Twice as nice, all that good stuff.
Merry Christmas to me again!