Hope Santa was good to you all yesterday. As you can see above, much glee ensued here at the homestead, despite the little bastards waking us up at 3:47AM Christmas morning (and being forced back to bed until 6AM, goddammit), and a MISERABLE trip to Busch Gardens the previous day. It sounds odd, does it [...]
May your Night be Silent, your Holly be Jolly, and your Reindeer be Red-Nosed. May your Noel be First, your Gentlemen be Rested, and your Drummer Boy be Little. May your Bells be Silver, your Halls be Decked, and your Jingle Bells be Rocked. A Merry Whatever-You-Celebrate to you all.
Because I was a Very Good Girl this year, I got this. And because we’re going to Busch Gardens tomorrow, courtesy of a last minute decision while standing in a steak house parking lot with the family, I got to open my present tonight. WOO! So, be warned: many, many super-wide angle images shall ensue. [...]
That Grinch would so be doing 5 to 10 for grand theft if they had. Last year the Boychild basically caught us dead to rights, and confirmed that there is *gasp* no Santa Claus. Last night we discovered he’s still frickin’ holding a grudge about it. “This lie is on your head,” he proclaimed, standing [...]
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