Peg and I have had a running joke for years that the longer we're married, we're one year closer to wearing matching track suits. You know, old couples wearing matching sweat pants and tops, cruising the mall... so our daughter decided to make an "old parents" ornament. We laughed really hard when we opened her gift.
Also for your enjoyment... the running of the bulls at Pamplona--uh, the running of the child down the hall while decorating the tree.
Tonight we'll play some Scrabble and try some exercises from the book, "Drawing on the right side of the brain." If we get too rowdy, I hope nobody calls the cops.
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