I know I haven't posted in a while. I've been feeling pretty blaaaaaaaah due to repeat sinus infections, an allergic reaction to Memphis and seeing myself in recent photographs.
Anyway, Christmas was fun. LG had a blast. Santa was good to him. He got a jeep. I got a Belgian Waffle maker. Life is so not fair.
Although Hub changed my Facebook status to read that he was the best husband in the entire world because he got me a new car for Christmas, it was rather disappointing to go in and change it to the actual gift, which was a carD.
Every year on Christmas morning we have this little unofficial contest of who can look like the biggest Christmas jackass. It all began several years ago when my poor sister foolishly came to a family Christmas party dressed like a nursing home resident. Complete with red sweat pants and a matching red sweatshirt with snowmen on it. She felt bad because our grandmother had given it to her, so she wore it. Anyway, even though Granny has passed away, we still make no effort to not laugh our asses off at that memory. She has never lived it down and she never will.
So begins our journey. One year, Hub and I wore matching green sweatshirts with kittens wearing santa hats on it. It said "We hope your Christmas is purrrrrfect." Score.
Last year, I wore a gray sweatshirt with a reindeer on it, handmade by my beloved child at his preschool. Sweet? Yes. Fashionable? No. It was a big hit.
One year, Hub got a plain sweatshirt and wrote on it "Chip's Appliqued Christmas Sweatshirt" and drew a horrible sketch of a snowman and a crooked tree. Nicely done.
Well, this year, in all the chaos we just forgot to get something dumb to wear and really didn't think much about it, until my sister comes out on Christmas morning and busts out the Christmas Jackass outfit of all time, in Michelle Duggar form no less.
Behold:

My only regret is that the photo cuts off. It went all the way to her ankles complete with black house slippers. She also worked extra hard to get the poof on the top of her head.
She wins.
Anyway, Christmas was fun. LG had a blast. Santa was good to him. He got a jeep. I got a Belgian Waffle maker. Life is so not fair.
Although Hub changed my Facebook status to read that he was the best husband in the entire world because he got me a new car for Christmas, it was rather disappointing to go in and change it to the actual gift, which was a carD.
Every year on Christmas morning we have this little unofficial contest of who can look like the biggest Christmas jackass. It all began several years ago when my poor sister foolishly came to a family Christmas party dressed like a nursing home resident. Complete with red sweat pants and a matching red sweatshirt with snowmen on it. She felt bad because our grandmother had given it to her, so she wore it. Anyway, even though Granny has passed away, we still make no effort to not laugh our asses off at that memory. She has never lived it down and she never will.
So begins our journey. One year, Hub and I wore matching green sweatshirts with kittens wearing santa hats on it. It said "We hope your Christmas is purrrrrfect." Score.
Last year, I wore a gray sweatshirt with a reindeer on it, handmade by my beloved child at his preschool. Sweet? Yes. Fashionable? No. It was a big hit.
One year, Hub got a plain sweatshirt and wrote on it "Chip's Appliqued Christmas Sweatshirt" and drew a horrible sketch of a snowman and a crooked tree. Nicely done.
Well, this year, in all the chaos we just forgot to get something dumb to wear and really didn't think much about it, until my sister comes out on Christmas morning and busts out the Christmas Jackass outfit of all time, in Michelle Duggar form no less.
Behold:
My only regret is that the photo cuts off. It went all the way to her ankles complete with black house slippers. She also worked extra hard to get the poof on the top of her head.
She wins.
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