Once upon a time, I baked four dozen sugar cookies. I packed ’em up and brought them on my six hour trek from Tallahassee. Libby picked them up and promptly dropped them, resulting in what we know as the #LibbyMullenMassacre2014. ALL THE GINGERBREAD (sugar) MEN CRUMBLED.
There is more to the Christmas season than cookies though, so I digress. I came home on Monday and since then we’ve had a full Thanksgiving dinner (dunno, ask Mom), ate my weight in spinach dip, went and saw the lights on East Ocean, battled traffic from hell and we’ll go to church tonight for Christmas Eve.
Kent is working Christmas Day and so he didn’t come down for Christmas this year. I think it’s been tougher for me than it has been for him, it’s not the same without him in good ole’ Palm City. Still not tougher than trying to find Christmas presents for the guy… quite possibly the most un-materialistic person and honestly doesn’t want anything.
Anyways, Christmas photobomb for your viewing pleasure. Merry Christmas!!