I don’t have any recent photos of Christmas because my camera pooped out. This is my Grandmama-in-law [who is one of the sweetest people I know] back in 2004.
I don’t get/have to travel for the holidays these days, which takes away some stress/excitement. I still eat too much and feel guilty about it though.
Not that I don’t do that a whole lot during normal times.
I did too much research and picked my new camera, which I’ll order later. Hopefully this one will come sans imaging processor errors.
Christmas feels weird these days. It’s been suggested that I need to have some kids to get back into it. Kids? I wonder how long it will take before we have a kid or two, as if I don’t get a say in the matter. Any children we have will probably show my green eyes and F’s big hair.
So cute that they might destroy the world. Or save it. Maybe even make a real, really, totally-for-real Santa Claus.
Holy shit.
I am pooped. And I haven’t wrapped my presents yet.