There I am this morning in my enormous, shapeless, cozy sweater and sleep pants - washing Christmas breakfast dishes over a sinkful of suds with no makeup in sight and sleep hair. And from one side, I can sense Ted standing there silently staring at me.
So I said, "I can feel you staring at me."
To which he replied, "when you go into a museum, do you stare at the artwork? God gave us beautiful things so that we could look at them."
Then he mooned me.
|Ted preparing to read us the story of Christmas from the bible.|
|A trio of Basiurae before the tree.|
|Yup, it's a zombie plush.|
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