Further Christmas-miracle topics include: Nino rode in on his stout Burro and popped the question to his Senora...The Fi scored a small bounty (enough to buy a beat-up Pinto) of Gift Cards to The Crap...My father tried 4 times to take a picture of The Fi's cousin's leopard-print thong she wore to Christmas (I'm not sure which part of that sentence is more disturbing)...The Fi decided 2:20 pm on Christmas day to alert my Catholic father and Southern Baptist step-mother "that she was not religious and did not believe in Jesus, therefore no elements of religion will be found in our ceremony," and yet we still got presents.
Tonight we dine on matza ball soup and latkes when Jewdom invades for the festival of lights at our first-ever hosted seder.
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he was unsuccesful...he's really good at photographing dead people, moving thongs is a little tough for him.
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