Thursday, December 25, 2008

If looks could kill

The queen of dirty looks. We have a tradition where we sing "Happy Birthday Baby Jesus" to the bings birthday cake my Nana buys and my not-so little 18yr old brother blows out the candles. My Poppy always drinks too much red wine and I always end up wearing his glasses, Nana pinches my cheeks and tells me I'll always be "her cats meow." The holidays are a little bittersweet but I'm thankful for my family (although dysfunctional we still function,) my best friend of 14yrs, my very sweet and thoughtful boyfriend, and dogs that will always opt to be held like babies.

1 comment:

Becca said...

how dare you not have my blog listed on your thing, i made it for you bitch.