Last year Little C and I went to Missouri to be with my parents for Christmas, with Coley joining us for New Year's. We had fun, and I was truly adorable (and modest)...
OK..
Little C was exhibiting high concentrations of cuteness particles. I was just drunk.
HA HA
No, not really. That didn't happen until Coley got there, and then we had a bit too much eggnog (translation: tequila) and spent two days sick with a hangover impressing the hell out of the folks...
Good times. Good times.
YEP, memorable times, we remember as fondly as the time I had an emergency root canal, or Dad broke his ankle walking on glaze ice, or we were AWOL 'cause Joe refused to kill people in Vietnam. All such momentous times we will never forget! Har-har!
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