Crimmus
Well, we had another good holiday weekend at our complex. So nice to be among
friends so far away from home. Or perhaps misery just loves company! Hah.
We played a nice game of whiffle ball first thing Christmas morning. That’s
Chris about to miss the ball. Err, I mean smack it halfway to Saipan.

And Pablo up to bat.
We started drinking about 3pm and then we had to deep fry a turkey.

At which time, Chris decided it would be best to rock out Uke-style while the
bird absorbed 2 gallons of peanut oil goodness.

We then had a marvelous feast at Sean and Julie’s! Emily then drafted each of us at different times to play.
Wait for it…

Hungry-Hungry Hippos®! (Vince took one for the team and went
first.)

Then Pablo caved.

Then Zoe got to open all her presents!
Mr. Alligator there was manufactured of the highest quality ballistic nylon
and kevlar. He was to last for at least months, perhaps years. He will be laid to rest as all
others have been, in the trash can of victory. He is survived by The Mystery
Man, The Vet (pictured above), Mister Puffins, and several other nondescript doggie
toys missing various appendages.
–dan


