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Took the kids to Inniswood today to have their pictures taken for our Christmas Cards.

Yeah, we’re those people.

“I think I know why the Great Pumpkin never showed up,” Zoë offered over her breakfast bagel clearly haven given the mystery a great deal of thought.

Our Halloween festivities are a bit lagging this year as it wasn’t until Sunday night that we broke out the Charlie Brown dvds. Watching Good Ol’  Chuck officially marks the onset of the holidays around these parts.   We have the trilogy — The Great Pumpkin, The Charlie Brown Thanksgiving and The Charlie Brown Christmas and watch them in succession October, November and December.

Somehow I don’t really feel that the holidays have arrived until I get my dose of Charlie Brown or Linus Van Pelt waxing poetic about some aspect of the holiday season and how it  should pertain to my life in a meaningful way.  The Great Pumpkin reminds me to be sincere.  Oh, and that a bag of rocks does not make for the most enjoyable of Tricks or Treats booty.

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In the interest of being more environmentally friendly, this post contains no less than 98% recycled content.

The Adventurers

Father’s day.

Dad’s all across the country will be heading out to golf courses and ball parks, lakes and rivers, or just to the living room to veg out in the Lazy Boy (well, the lucky ones have Lazy Boys.  My wife has deemed the chair a God-awful eyesore and refuses to allow one in the house.) with a frosty adult beverage sporting that new paisley necktie because–well it’s dad’s day and that’s what dads get to do on their day, right?

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You suck, Santa!!  Seriously, what is wrong with you?

My wife hit me last night.  Hard.  Sucker punched really, for I was sound asleep.  She used a book.  Check that.  She used a Bible.  She said it was a spider and it was coming towards her.  I asked her if it was coming towards her then how is was that she happened to hit me?  She just smiled and rolled back over.  I’ve got a bruise on my leg in the shape of a cross and I’m walking with a slight limp this morning.  I suppose I should be thankful that the “spider” wasn’t crawling near my head–or worse.

That was around 2:30 am.  About an hour later a seal woke me up.  I curly headed seal, crying and feverish.  Said she didn’t feel well.  Maura took her downstairs for some medicine and returned a few minutes later to inform me that she feels better now, oh and she threw up all over the kitchen floor.

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Hanging with Big Dad

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