Tradition dictates that somewhere in the week between Christmas and New Years, we pack up the sleigh and make our way over the river and through the woods to the annual Christmas Party in Southeastern Idaho. The picture above is of Sara and I sitting next to Sara's sister Jennifer and her husband Nathen as we recover from the festive feast we just gluttoned upon. If I'm not mistaken, I ate so much that I had to store a bit of it in my mouth to await room in my stomach. I believe we are about to have the gift exchange, this is the year that I got a box full of car washing supplies, which actually froze in the car on the way home. I like Christmas a lot.
Sunday, February 03, 2008
To grandmother's house we go.
Tradition dictates that somewhere in the week between Christmas and New Years, we pack up the sleigh and make our way over the river and through the woods to the annual Christmas Party in Southeastern Idaho. The picture above is of Sara and I sitting next to Sara's sister Jennifer and her husband Nathen as we recover from the festive feast we just gluttoned upon. If I'm not mistaken, I ate so much that I had to store a bit of it in my mouth to await room in my stomach. I believe we are about to have the gift exchange, this is the year that I got a box full of car washing supplies, which actually froze in the car on the way home. I like Christmas a lot.
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