December felt like a whirlwind. Our house was torn apart as we scraped down all the cottage-cheese ceilings on the main floor and upstairs. Lots of painting. Lots of bunking on the couch in our basement. Lots of eating out... not by choice. Gingerbread houses, snow, snowman, deadly icicles, and Christmas guns and Christmas robe. That pretty much sums it up!
Boyo thinks he's funny and stole my Christmas robe! Doesn't he make such a cute housewife?
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