Her Christmas Carol

Pickle in a nasty tree, Fa La La La La La La La La La.

Pickle in a nasty bush, Fa La La La La La La La.

Some Observations from the Merrill Lynch Shootout

E and I spent the Friday and Saturday at the Merrill Lynch Shootout in Naples. I'm not a huge golfer, but I have the following observations:

• Camilo Villegas is hot. Doing the low crawl or whatever, just plain hot.




• Braggarts are funny. If you have a condo on the golf course in Naples, you don't need to anounce it to the world. It just makes you look like, well, a braggart.




• Sweater vests are ugly. Especially if you're 5'6" and hammered. Drunkeness at 3:00 in the afternoon is never attractive. But often funny to observers.
  


• Ladies wearing a shear white shirt should always wear a bra. Men tend to stare at you with droopy jaws otherwise.



• Portapotties are nasty no matter the type of venue.



• My head fits perfectly into Nick Price's chest. I walked straight into him on the cart path. E was horrified. I didn't get to see Nick's face, but according to E, Nick was too.

Because You Can't Have a Sunset Without the Sun

One of my favorite things about living in Southwest Florida is the sunset. And we had a beautiful one last night. The following pictures speak for themselves (but I can't resist the urge to attach captions).

Ray found a shell

Goofiness.

Silly Monkey

"Magical"

It was after the sun set that Ray realized that the sun had actually set. Distraught because she missed the sun set she told me that I needed to get the sun back up. "Why," was my response.

"Because you can't have a sunset without the sun, mommy," was hers.

Obviously.

Ray and Droopy Drawers. After the sun set.

Afterwards, we went to Doc's Beach House for pizza. I love nights like this.

He's one cool dude.

Lipstick Class

Ray has been talking about going to lipstick class for a week now.

"Mommy, I'm so excited to go to lipstick class."

"Mommy, we have a lipstick class on Wednesday."

"Lipstick class is the best."

"I looooooove lipstick class!"

And this whole time I'm wondering to myself, "What in the hell kind of school am I sending her to that teaches kids about lipstick?" But, whatever, I didn't think much about it. Until I figured out what she was talking about.

Ray's dance class was canceled last week because of Thanksgiving and they have a make up class this week.

Get it? Make up class? Lipstick class?

I've been cracking up all day.

Tubby Fun

Ray just stood up, took a big mouthful of bath water, and spit it onto Chay's head.

And he laughed.