I got everything I wanted for Christmas excluding a goat. The one thing I did get which wasn’t on my list is intestinal rabies. South Carolina got snow Christmas night. There’s a picture above I took with my phone out of the door as proof. That’s as far away from the bathroom I could risk going. If I was Old Yeller, I would have been locked in the shed by then. I have to conquer my rabies by Thursday because I leave for Savannah Georgia where I will dine at Paula Deen’s buttery restaurant. I’m assuming it’s decorated with butter fountains everywhere with maybe hams and pans of cornbread hanging from the ceiling. I promise to take pictures for you all. I’m going with the same two crazy chicks I went to the Outer Banks with and each are ten pounds of crazy in five pound bags and seriously, when I travel with them my sides hurt from laughing so much. They were the ones who bet I couldn’t get reservations at Paula’s last week and just to prove how awesome I am, I did. Never doubt my awesomeness, even when my body is racked with rabies.
Now here’s a picture of Jack enjoying a Christmas present given to him by a friend:
And here’s a picture taken ten minutes later after Thelma stole it: