But don't cry for me, friends. The truth is earlier this week I spent three days staying here:
and eating here
and here (OK I might have eaten here more than once in three days. I might still be salivating over those fries. And for the first time in my life, I might be dreaming about cheeseburgers. Huh, I guess this is what it's like to be a man.)
and shopping here
and here
and seeing this fabulous film.
And best of all, Andy and I got to do it all with this great couple (sans Greyson).

No church, no problem. Food and fellowship is what it's really all about anyway.
Well, that face about sums up his holidays. He refused to participate in anything that did not involve him beating something with a drumstick,which is why he still has unopened presents under the tree.





You asked for it, kid.

















I officially choose my own filth over having to scrub marker off of faces, out of carpet, and off of walls.








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