Since both J and I have divorced parents we get to celebrate the holidays four times, every time. Blessing and a curse. This Christmas commenced with the Noto side. We all got scarfs.
The next day we wrapped presents for the adopt-a-family we do on the Noto side.
There were some events at our church. One involved reindeer. Real reindeer. Go big or go home.
And no I am not pregnant. That shirt hugged just right to make it appear as such. Can you see something missing in this picture?
Christmas Eve started with a heart attack inducing meal at my fathers. AKA "french toast" (deep fried in a pan of oil). Did you know I have high cholesterol? I wonder why. Exhibit A:
Christmas culminated with the gingerbread fiasco. I decided to go with a pre-made house so that I could spend my time decorating. It sucked. The frosting wouldn't stick and it looked like poop. Please pardon the out of order picture upload.
Larry's reindeer in progress:
Feel bad for the driver, there is no door on this mail truck. Not even on the wrong side, sucker.
So that is my massive photo dump. I am currently hopped up on different combinations of drugs as I try to get over a cold/or the flu. Not sure which, but either way I'm pretty miserable. By writing this post I have accomplished one thing other than watching T.V. today. Pretty impressive. Not really. You know you are sick when you can sleep a whole day after working a night shift and go right back to sleep that night until 1130 the next morning. I'm going to go continue that trend. Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.