Yule Love This

Merry Christmas, faithful readers.

Much laughter (and a higher-than-normal share of tears) was shared with the fam this year. My Christmas schwag was great as usual, though definitely on both ends of the spectrum… either ridiculously manly or somewhat domestic and questionable. (Things like a new ax… and a sewing machine. Flannel sheets… and a chenille throw.) 

The two highlights of this year both involve my wonderful sister. The first being her gift from me… tickets for her and her husband to the Motley Crue Reunion Tour. (Rock.) The second being her spelling out “gloves” in the sentence “…this stocking has some g-l-o-v-e-s in it… who does it go to?” in a room where no one was under the age of 25 or unable to spell. Hysterical. I love my family.

Ah… i’m fat and happy and ready for my nap.