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The BF Sporting His Deer in the Headlights Look

Lately I have been hearing a lot of, "This just ain't right, it shouldn't be this hot at Christmas!"


But instead of agreeing, I think there is something JUST right about being here, in sunny (well a little cloudy) Arizona for Christmas. There are the multitudes of Christmas trees at mom and dad's house. There is family and lots of good food (that I don't have to cook ;-). There is the late night card playing that sometimes gets a little feisty. There is the six o'clock lighting ceremony....every night. And a gaggle of neighborhood kids to help out. There are a bunch of presents and church services with the bellchoirs to look forward to. And there is one more thing that I am so excited about....Chris. Yes, dear readers, its true; I spoke too soon. Through a crazy mix of events I have received one of my most anticipated Christmas presents - one I thought I would have to wait years for. Chris (a.k.a. the BF) and I will be together on Christmas. Oh, and Wiener von Braun came along too.

What's that? You want to see some pictures? Ok, fine.

Izzy during the longest car ride of her little life, probably.

Izzy says, "Guuyyysss.....are we therreeeee yeeeeetttt?!?!?!?!?!"


And here is the BF, complete with reindeer antlers...in this pose he is demonstrating his best "deer in the headlights look."

Lovely. Anyway, hope your Christmas is wonderful. Come back on Christmas day for a special message I already have cooked up :-)

Happy Nerdy Holidays! 

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