December Crazies

December's a crazy time in our family.  Finals are here for Megan, the house needs to be decorated with ALL THE THINGS, there are fifteen bajillion church services to plan and sing--sometimes you just want to FLY AWAY!

Yeah, I think I got a little crazy.  But seriously, I think if I flap hard enough, my hair might be able to lift me up off the ground.  Megan could grab my foot, and we'd just fly away.  Probably go to Port Orford.

Silly videos isn't the only way we relieve December Stress, though.

It was an ordinary Thursday, except the following day, Megan had a final.  So, I guess it wasn't so ordinary, now that I think of it.  We had been shopping for our Angel Tree girl, who wanted a Guitar and a Piano.  With the help of Toys "Backwards R" Us and Wal-Mart, we made that happen.

"What do you want for dessert?" she asked.

He didn't reply immediately but instead stared at the ceiling for a good fifteen seconds.  "I don't know.  I never know. What about a pot brownie from Freebirds?"

"Well...ok, if you want."

He drove on, the lights from the Wal-Mart parking lot dancing on the windshield of the car.  They were almost to Freebirds when he saw it.

"Wait," he said.  "Wait a damn minute.  What about Froyo?"

The U-Swirl place was right next to Freebirds.  It called to them, beckoning.  Come inside, it said.  Come get some sprinkles with a side of yoghurt.  You know you want the sprinkles.

He turned the car into the parking lot.  "Let's do this."


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Ok, perhaps that was a tad dramatic, but let me tell you: this was life-changing.  We're getting our yoghurt. (aside: Who came up with the spelling for that one?). I'm filling up on sprinkles, as is my want, when I see it:

O M G

Christmas Tree Cakes.  Just waiting there for me to eat them.  You could have as many as you want.  You could just fill an entire cup with them. Well, I'm not a glutton.  I'm only getting one.

That's what I'm talking about

In another bin, Megan saw something amazing, too.  Seems this store has a Little Debbie fan as the owner, because they had SANTA BROWNIES.

Mouth or Nose? We say Mouth.  Santa has a Hipster Grin.

So yes, friends, as my wife declared, this was the best decision of the whole day.  BEST DECISION.

Christmas.  In Froyo Form.