Christmas with the Jones's
Picture this, if you can. It is Christmas Eve and I am standing at the door of our house in 20 degree weather yelling to my dad. My mom sits flipping channels on the tv. My dad is fiddling with our antennae at the top of a 70 foot tall pine tree. Why is irrelevent. You're probably now either marveling at how I turned out so normal, or nodding your head and saying, "ah, this explains a lot." Forevermore the phrase 'keeping UP with the Jones's' will have a whole new meaning.