On Saturday we helped my parents decorate their Christmas tree. And my mom made lasagna. And it was so good I cried inside.
It’s just not Christmas unless I am competing with the tree for attention.
The tree looked more handsome, though.
As did the man I married.
We capped it all off with the obligatory “scarring of the retinas,” without which no trip to Burnaby is complete. We think this dress was actually made from recycled margarine tubs.
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