My favorite conversation on Christmas morning:
Me: Let’s take showers before we open presents.
Vincenzo: But I just took one a few days ago!
Rocco: Yeah, and I already took one tomorrow!
How our tree looked on Christmas morning:
It’s hard to tell, but that is a 15-foot-long plush boa constrictor wrapped around it. One of us was a little irritated with Santa about that. The others embraced it—or more accurately were embraced by it.
The favorite gift I received is also my least favorite gift.
It’s a gravy boat. Har har. It is equal parts awesome and despicable.
The favorite gift I gave? It was these shirts that I gave to my parents and siblings. We are from Bothell, and the shirt has both the name of our hometown on it as well as our hometown city’s slogan:
In fact when you enter MrsMouthy’s hometown of Bothell, you find a sign with this exact writing on it. Only someone always manages to vandalize the sign, so on Christmas Day, after my family all saw their shirts I took a roll of duct tape and did the same thing to them:
One last gift, from Leo, who thinks he is Rasta, to Grammy:
Christmas is just becoming a string of puns and practical jokes for me.
I think I’ve been blogging too long.
WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE:
Ham and Swiss quiche
Sweet and sour salad with broccoli and ramen