Faces

Ah...Christmas morning. It feels like that was a really long time ago. 

Okay, so it kinda was, but I'm done apologizing for the lack of posts. Maybe if I never send or post pictures, it will be an incentive for more people to come and see us. 

You're right, I don't think we are popular enough for that. I'll bet if we lived in Hawaii, it would be a different story. 

This story, however, is our Christmas in Michigan. But I've got my trademark headache going on and my storytelling self is hibernating, so I'm going minimalistic here. Feel free to add your own captions if you think it necessary.

Caption anyone? This one below needs something...Michael can't just get away with that. 

Basically, everyone was happy. We did stockings, then Luke 2, then most presents. We were a little rushed because we had to get ready for church, so the kids ate their mini cereals from their stockings. We did our Christmas crepes later that week. Matt wouldn't eat breakfast on Christmas because he had to give a talk in church. He did great despite being introduced as, "Brother Gayman". I got to sing my favorite Christmas song with the choir, "O Holy Night".
After church, we had the Petersons come over for Christmas dinner and games. They are true friends for two reasons: #1. Keturah spilled her Martinelli's on the table right after I poured it. I was comfortable enough with them to go over to the mess, bend over and start sucking it up off of the card table. That stuff is like gold--you just can't let it go to waste. #2. They still invited us over for stuff after they witnessed my complete lack of  propriety.
Nice, huh? At least I didn't belch or anything.
I did that once at Chili's.
You see, I had worked there for two years. The place felt like home. I forgot that it wasn't.
Matt was with me and still married me.
What a great test that is. You should try it. Chuck manners to the wind and find out if someone is your friend.
Okay, that even rhymes. I should put that on a t-shirt.
Getting carried away.....Christmas anyone?

 Right. Christmas.

After church I wanted a family picture. Bekah was extremely uncooperative. Look at her efforts.

Scary witch face

Complete apathy

Giraffe neck

Falling asleep

Here is her best and she is still looks depressed as ever. I might have been okay with this (even without me in it) if it wasn't for Matt's impression of Gene Simmons getting hit by a truck.

Oh well. It was a merry Christmas anyway.