The Feasting Finally Stops.
Today was my 6th and final Christmas dinner. Honestly I’m sick of all the food, but taking pictures of my crazy family, (and those that i have weird unknown relationships to…) never gets old.
I’m not real sure if or how I am related to this kid. All I know is that I tromped through the woods with him, he’s 5 years old, and already killing deer. Maybe he’s related to Elliott and not me.
i thought the feasting did stop? your title is missleading. that’s it, i’m not coming back.
Brad, i hope youre happy that i took time out of my hectic life to fix that dang title for you.
Im sorry I forgot that some easily mislead, weak minds would also be reading my blog. Deepest apologies.
:-p