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Broke Wife, Big City
Let’s let
bygones be bygones, Santa
By Aprill Brandon
Dear Santa,
Hiya, big guy. Remember me? Yes, yes, that Aprill with two L’s who
“allegedly” set fire to Prancer when she drank too much eggnog and
found that old stash of fireworks in the attic on Christmas Eve 2007.
(But may I remind you, the trial ended in a hung jury so no hard
feelings, yeah?).
I’m writing this letter to you on behalf of my son, Riker, who due to
circumstances beyond his control is unable to write you himself (those
circumstances, of course, being that he is only 9-months-old and used
the pen I gave him to whack our dog repeatedly on the head…heh, guess
the ‘ol apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, now does it?).
Anyhoo, I can’t tell you how excited we are for Christmas this year.
It’s Riker’s first one and we are planning on going all out this year.
We even positioned our fake tree so that you can barely see the burn
marks from two years ago (I should really not be allowed around
fireworks). And our stockings have already been hung with care and
copious amounts of duct tape.
But first things first, old man. Regarding the naughty or nice
list…sigh. As we both know, my name has been written on the former in
permanent marker since 1998 thanks to various incidents my lawyer has
advised me not to publicly discuss pending current litigation in three
Midwestern states (best road trip EVER though). However, I hope that
you can rise above our personal rocky relationship and not let it
affect my son. He’s been a very good boy this year, that
yogurt-throwing incident involving that other baby in Starbucks
notwithstanding.
In the hopes that you can find it in your heart this holiday season to
let bygones be bygones, I have enclosed my baby’s Christmas list below:
1. An exact replica of our dog’s tail.
The real one is by far his most treasured possession (besides that
gross, wrinkled, fast food receipt he found at the bottom of my purse
last Tuesday and refuses to let go of). Anytime he sees that tail, he
immediately makes a beeline straight for it using that weird “I haven’t
quite mastered crawling so instead I transport myself across the floor
like a dying man in the desert who sees an oasis and is trying to get
to it but only half his limbs work” move of his. However, seeing as how
the tail is currently still attached to our dog, we all agree it would
be in the best interest of Buffy’s mental health if Riker had his own,
separate tail to play with.
2. Gross, wrinkled, fast food receipts
You know, maybe just like a handful of them to put in his stocking.
3. An end table.
I know, I know. What would a baby need an end table for? And the answer
is, I have no bloody idea. All I know is that my son refuses to leave
our current end table alone. But since ours is reserved space for
Mommy’s coffee (and by that I obviously mean vodka poured into a coffee
mug), he really needs his own.
4. A Bane mask like the one from the Batman movie
Confession: This one is more for me. I figured it would be a good way
to get him to stop shoving everything he finds on our fairly disgusting
floors into his mouth but is also fun and full of whimsy. Also because
I’m pretty sure using a straight-up muzzle on my baby is illegal.
Well, I guess that’s just about everything, Santa. Thanks for reading
and again, my apologies to Prancer. I was glad to hear that at least
some of his fur was able to grow back, albeit in small, sad patches
(I’m sure he’ll be allowed to play those reindeer games again any day
now…reindeer can be so cruel, can’t they?).
My love to the missus,
Aprill
Can’t get enough of Aprill? Can’t wait until next week?
Check out her website at http://aprillbrandon.com/
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