Sunday, December 16, 2012
Last year, Iain asked for Christmas lights. We said no. We said, "eat chicken." "Eat french fries." He said no.
This year, he eats chicken. He even ate some french fries. Once.
So we gave him lights. It's pretty and romantic, but awfully bright at 3am. Also, that thing in the window is a "ghost leftover from Halloween. In case you wondered. We like to layer our holiday swag.
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