Here I am with my lovely new Christmas tree, "Mel". There is green grass all around me, and I look like a hobo. It's 31 degrees. Merry Christmas indeed.
Our dear friend Alistair (middle) had his birthday, so we cooked a haggis and piped it out for him to the tune of Scotland The Brave. That's Jess on the right, and Vinnie, well, he didn't quite find sheep guts to be his favorite dish.
And finally, we went to a children's Christmas carnival at the petting farm, and after hugging a very sweaty santa, I proceeded to make out with this pony. I am, much to my forgetfullness, still vastly allergic to horses however, and spent the next few hours covered in what could only be described as a "Festive Face Rash".
Merry Christmas everyone, talk to you soon.
1 comment:
Festive Face Rash still sounds better than mystery bed rash to me.
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