MS was out of town all last week, and with the combination of a late arrival Friday evening, and the fact that we just ran a marathon, we took Saturday off from running and enjoyed a big salty breakfast and a pitcher of bloody marys. Well deserved.
Don't be fooled - I was productive last week. I cleaned the apartment, cleaned the DVR and wrapped all these presents. I really tried to capture the magic and joy of the season by making my wrapping look as child-like as possible. Read: the ends are all bunched up and held together with a load of scotch tape.
Namath was VERY interested. After he got done screaming bloody murder at the rolls of wrapping paper.
This for me??
Saturday we had this picture framed. Naturally, I bribed him with a treat to do a little photo comparison shot.
Naturally, he acted like a brat. God love him.
Sunday was the choir's Christmas cantata and they did an excellent job. More on that later.
With last minute rehearsals, I barely saw Matt before he was off again, to the land of free health clinics - prepared with plenty of hand sanitizer.
Seriously. Dnt b sharin it.
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