Yipes, as I sit and type this, some girl group (Point of Grace?) is mutilating some new fangled Christmas song.
I fixed it, don't worry.
I have an odd, and probably unhealthy, attachment to my Christmas ornament collection. If our house were ever on fire, I'd probably grab the ornaments before leaving the house. But NOT before I grabbed my child, just so you don't get the wrong idea about me.
Nothing says "preschool craft" more loudly than googly eyes and a Milk Bone dressed as a reindeer. Caroline made this (well, I'm sure her teacher did) in pre-school. It's special because there really isn't anyting cuter than a pre-schooler. I'm mean, really...is there? They're still cute, sweet, eager and ready to learn. Sigh.
It's an S.
S is for super. Or sensational. Or seriously superb.
Or Smith. Whatever.
It also looks like a cookie, so I felt especially inclined to purchase it.
A few years ago the Army sent Craig to "work" in Germany for two weeks. Upon his many travels, ahem hours at work, he bought me this angel ornament in Heidelberg. It still has the price tag on the back with the euros symbol. It was thoughtful, since he got a free trip to Germany and all.
This picture wasn't loaded sideways; I'm pretty sure I snapped it that way. Not sure why. Anyway, I bought this elephant at the American History museum in DC last December. It was a cold and WINDY day and also the day we went to the top of the Washington Monument. Considering the political climate in Washington last December (heck, even now) I'm pretty sure I was the only person buying an elephant that day.
I could go on forever with the photo display of ornaments, but I'll make this the last for today. This is a pretzel I purchased at the Julius Sturgis pretzel factory in Lititz, PA this summer, while we were on vacation.