The Newport Officer Spouses Club, aka NOSC, had an ornament exchange at the President of the War College wife's house. We played the white elephant game, and I got an early number and picked an ugly brass choo choo train that nobody wanted to steal... until the very end! A woman wanted it for her son! yay! So then I immediately ran over to this really nice, very pregnant woman, and stole "Santa Claws" from her.
Those of you that know me, KNOW I love lobster. This ornament was meant to be. It was my ornament destiny. My Christmas tree decorational fate. We were soul mates. You know it's true.
Immediately, I started talking about how I was going to eat a bunch of lobsters this weekend, bleach them so they wouldn't smell, then paint them, and make a Santa Claws for everyone I know. Then my voice of reason, another mother and war college wife* let me know that I'd need to hire a babysitter for the whole weekend to get that done, AND eat a lot of lobster. So my idea was squashed. Instead, you guys can enjoy the photo of Santa Claws. Merry Christmas, from my little ornament miracle.
Secondly, while waiting to get Mika's anemia shot, I noticed the odd ornaments on the Naval Health Clinic Lab waiting room tree. Pee cups. blood viles. Definitely NOT a christmas ornamental miracle... but clever nonetheless.
*The guys have a 10 page paper due soon, so nobody is making any Santa Claws. Get my drift?
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