Christmas. Part 2.
My mom, step-dad, and [one of my many] brothers came over on Christmas Day. We celebrated Christmas again on the 26th with Andy’s parents and siblings.
I tried to tell Nathan that gingerbread houses sucked. Not to sound like Scrooge, but although nice in theory, they’re a pain to make and the idea of eating those stale, “overly handled without necessarily clean hands” candy makes my stomach turn almost as much as eating fly-infested picnic food. Gingerbread houses are pretty much the worst form of crafts. But Nathan didn’t believe me and begged for one. Guess what he said to me after it was all said and done. “You know, gingerbread houses are kind of a pain to make and don’t really taste very good.” Yeah. Glad it only took $9 to prove that to you, Nathan.
By the way, does anyone have any exercise recommendations to lose my double chin? Not that I exercise, but I thought I’d ask, anyway.
I’m laughing in this photo because double chins are HYSTERICAL. (That was typed sarcastically, in case you didn’t notice.)
Gingerbread houses suck.