Gingersmith

As I pull into my drive way, home from the car dealership, I see a Dodge Ram Charger, similar to the cardboard cutout I had just seen on the show room floor, parked by my house. The members of Aerosmith lounging on it's tailgate, waiting for my return. I had been legitimately upset at that Chrysler adds campain. Everyone knows rock and roll icons do not drive redneck trucks. Their lyrics to"Just Push Play's" next line, which is to vulgar to be aired on the commercial, are the first words out of my mouth as I open my jeep door. "F***ing A! ", I exclaim to the band, as I fumble for my keys to let us in my side door, just in time for cookies.

As they gather around my kitchen island I pull our traditonal Christmas gingerbread men out of the oven. Every year I bake these and personalize them to look like family members. "But where are we?", Steven Tyler asks when he does not recognize any that look like them. "On the tree already", I answer as I lead them into my livingroom. "Here we are!" Maybe it was all the neon lights on the tree that confused the band into thinking they were on stage, but they begin breaking into the opening cords of "Sweet Emotion". "SHHHHH", I warn them, "here comes Hubbies truck." (Not a Dodge.)

"I'm home woman, where's my food?", honey announces, as I scurry into the kitchen to kiss him. We then here the the starting strains of "Sweet Emotion", coming louder from the living room. As we go to check it out, there is Brad Whitford, rattling one of my gifts from under the tree as a shaker box for the songs opening rhythm. Steven Tyler is showing K2 how to fit his entire harmonica into his mouth. Joe Perry is is entertaining K1 with the picture of his model girlfriend on his guitar. Tom Hamilton is playing with my cat.*

"Dang Munkay, I thought I told you, no more Areosmith for Christmas", Hubby says.



Thats ok, I have them in my dreams.


i once was complimented by tom hamilton on my shirt. there was a cat on it.