It's December! Woo Hoo!
December is all kinds of fun. First off, it's the most awesome month to be born in. Two of my brothers and I were all born in December and we always celebrated our birthdays together with one big party. It always felt extra special for us to share this day together.
Yea, look at me. I'm all about blowing out the candles. Look at those lungs! From across the table! Wait Ma, lemme back up a few more steps. Let's see if I can blow them out from outside the door. From the looks of it, this was birthday #6 for me, and numbers 4 and 1 for the little bros. Aren't they cute! Got to love the cowlicks. Yea, I always thought it was called a cow-lick and imagined that I got my forehead all slobbery licked up by a big cow tongue just after birth. What? Isn't that how they clean up the babies in the heartland?
Speaking of cute, check out Punkette's face. Yikes! She's loosing all her teeth! She lost a second one since I took this picture and she as another two that are loose. I sure hope Santa still brings front teeth for Christmas or this girl will have nothing but eggnog for Christmas dinner.
And that brings us to that timeless December question: What do you want for Christmas? Well, go no further than this monster hunk of awesomeness: The Lego Death Star
Punkone saw this in a shop window the other day and almost wet himself. Then I saw the price and almost wet myself. 450 EUROS!!! Holy crumbolie Lego. That's a lot of moola! What do you think Santa is made of? And don't try and sucker poor Santa into one of those interest only scams. We're wise to your evil ways Lego.
Wow. Never thought I'd accuse Lego of being evil. Sorry Lego, I take it back. Can we talk fixed rate, 30 year?
And Punkette, bless her soul; she wants a puzzle. A really hard one with about 100,000 pieces and a picture of a castle or something on it. She went just as bonkers over the thought of a new puzzle as Punkone went over the Death-of-our-savings Star. God love her.
This Christmas all she'll have to eat is egg nog. And nothing but a stinkin puzzle under the tree. Please send money to finance some dentures for our poor little Punkette. Dentures. Not the Death Star. This girl needs some teeth.*
*I'm joking. She doesn't need dentures. Bigger and better teeth are growing as we speak. Please don't send any money.**
**We will accept Legos though.