Sick camp on Christmas Eve morning
Well. Christmas 2007 is over.
I’m glad.
This was a specially sad one for us as it was the very first one without my father. Plus we were all sick. Plus we got a really crappy rental car. Plus I got my very first speeding ticket. Plus I didn’t get a car for Christmas.
But we were all together for 3 days without any agenda, we rested, we played Wii, we continued DR’s education in the Art of Swearing in French through card playing, we ate VERY well, we needed for nothing. We saw Vermont in it’s most glorious beauty under a crap load of snow. There was no wait at the border. And we spend a great night with DR’s family before leaving for Vermont. And we spend a great afternoon (and delicious meal) with his mom on our way back home.
We were definitely aware of someone missing this year, but we had him all in our hearts. In our stories.
But as sad as Christmas was for us this year, nothing is sadder than this house:
DR thinks this house was decorated by thalidomide people… who just couldn’t reach. I know I’m going to hell for laughing out loud and re-telling the anecdote but COME ON… If this is the best you can do, then don’t bother and just don’t do it… especially when this is your neighbour:
Maybe they just didn’t have a Little Giant adjustable ladder system?
But, yeah… Throw in the light towel and staple a stocking to the door or something.
Lovely picture of me napping out on the couch just after breakfast which indicates just how lazy/sick we all were.
To be fair there were other houses just as lazy as the example above. Like the one that had two unidentifiable 6″ animal shapes on their lawn …and thats it!