Santa Claws & Survivor - Jones Xmas

Well, Santa Claus, um, I mean, Santa Claws, visited early. Tippi is so excited- I don't think I'll ever get the mammoth bone away from her!

Tippi and I are heading off this afternoon to my parents' for Xmas Eve...there's still something magical about about waking up Christmas morning at their house and thinking, "It's Christmas."...

At which point memories of years past come flooding back and I throw off the covers, leap to the door, (usually crashing into a wall or two), race/stumble/curse down the hallway, through the living room and into the family room where I only slow down enough so as not to kill my sister as I body slam her away from the xmas tree where she has been quietly "liberating" about a half-dozen or so of the hundred dollar bills "Santa" left on it for it - just enough so that no one would really notice.

Took Daddy 5 Christmasses to figure it out...now it's like a game: Survivor - The Jones Sisters.

Tune in Tomorrow morning...