In the bleak midwinter...sixty-nine degrees...
Ah, the holidays. Christmas. Fun times with the family.
Mom (after my baby brother got a Santa toy that sings "Jingle Bells" at a very annoying pitch): Get behind me, Santa!
Lily (in a headlock): Dad! Chris is attacking me!
Dad: Do you want me to save you?
Lily: No.
Grandma: So, you're saying bridge is associated with old people?
Dad (after getting a pair of socks with crosses on them, from the "inspirational socks collection"): So if I wear these, people will come up to me and say, "I have seen your socks and been cut to the heart! Show me the way to be saved!"
Me: Either that, or after you put them on you begin to prophesy.
Chris: Our home group needed a name: we decided on "Mixed Nuts".
Mom: White meat or dark?
Maggie: White.
Me: Racist!
Hope you all had a very spiffy, relaxing, and amazingly blessed Christmas.
Mom (after my baby brother got a Santa toy that sings "Jingle Bells" at a very annoying pitch): Get behind me, Santa!
Lily (in a headlock): Dad! Chris is attacking me!
Dad: Do you want me to save you?
Lily: No.
Grandma: So, you're saying bridge is associated with old people?
Dad (after getting a pair of socks with crosses on them, from the "inspirational socks collection"): So if I wear these, people will come up to me and say, "I have seen your socks and been cut to the heart! Show me the way to be saved!"
Me: Either that, or after you put them on you begin to prophesy.
Chris: Our home group needed a name: we decided on "Mixed Nuts".
Mom: White meat or dark?
Maggie: White.
Me: Racist!
Hope you all had a very spiffy, relaxing, and amazingly blessed Christmas.