The year AFTER our kids stopped screaming like Santa was a serial killer. I came across this gem in my picture archives last night, and you know, it works. Well call this "2008: The Year of the Five Deer in Headlights".
Do me a solid? If you are jumping into my Christmas blog-a-thon, continue on to the previous post about our kids and the miracle of them surviving Day #1 on their electric Razor scooters? It's so completely awesome and I just want the entire world to see it, because we were one concussion away from it being tragic--but in the absence of a flesh wound it was the funniest thing I've witnessed in a long time.
Definitely funnier than me losing my schmidt at Sam's Club (click HERE). The holidays have truly *inspired* me.
Peace, love, joy and chardonnay, friends.
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