We had a lovely Christmas! Christmas Eve we all gathered at my aunt’s house and there’s nothing more exciting than 10 kids aged 1 to 13 tearing through a pile of gifts. Proving she knows her grandsons like nobody else, my stepmother’s gifts to them included an argyle sweater vest for the Tall Kid and a whoopie cushion for the Short Kid.
And in case you’re wondering why on earth you’d buy an argyle sweater vest for a 13-year-old boy, it’s to make his face light up because he’s rather odd and desperately wanted one:

And what 8-year-old boy doesn’t love fake flatulence? The irony, of course, is that it’s not as impressive as his natural ability, but he’s having fun with it. The dog thinks he’s a freak, but that’s nothing new. And, thankfully, he hasn’t figured out he’s supposed to hide it in other people’s chairs yet.
And a conversation that took place during the preparation of the Christmas turkey dinner:
Me: Oh :censor: , you :censor:
Hubby: Hey, that’s merry.
Me: The biscuit can exploded before I was ready and it whacked my left nipple. It hurt!
Hubby: :lmao: :lmao:
Me: :censor: you, you :censor:
Hubby: :lmao:
Yeah, pretty typical holidays and Casa Stacey. Tomorrow we go over the river and through the woods to Maine to hang out with my sister and her family. Then a very, very cold weather trip north next weekend for a holiday wrap-up party with the other seasonal campers and we’re done!
Hope you all had a great day, too!
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