Resplendent in my black-jeweled battleshorts

I don't know what to do with that statement. Maybe a Creative Writing or high school English teacher should assign students to write a short story starting with it?

The work is slowing/stopping and the holiday season is settling in here at Hults Headquarters. Gwamma Gaye has traversed the country and is now safe in the hands of Ben & Milo, who escort her about lecturing her about anything and everything that crosses their little minds. The house remains relatively picked up. The dog is a little less depressed & a little more doggy than usual (I hope to improve things by taking her to the Dog Park later today). Max is clearly feeling the electricity in the air and just as clearly unclear on how to appropriately express his excitement.

Now if it would just snow. . .