dumpling

Making cookies: check
Making presents: check
Making nice: ummm, yeah sure.

Outside my front door there are two wooden chairs and a burgundy dresser. The dresser showed up one night without explanation. I would like to be a good person who organizes their paper recycling, but I don't and it sits crumpled in various boxes beside the mysterious dresser. This year's pumpkin commited suicide onto the "flowerbed" and the appropriate authorities (yeah, OK - me) haven't cleaned it up. The short lawn is covered with special Christmas dog presents to my dog. In between those precious treats are several medium sized pits - the products of an ill-fated planting experiment that my roommate performed. There is my rusty crap red Raliegh bike, d's blue piece of shit, and my downstairs neighbour's nice bike. And down the street, by some weird twist of fate, lives "Hurricane" Reuben Carter. He has a nice lawn, he tends to the lawn of his elderly next door neighbour and every winter he hires a van full of dumb white guys to put up his Christmas lights. This fills me with joy every year without fail. It might even inspire me to pick up poor Mr. Fucked up Mouldy Pumpkin.