You’re a holiday
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This is one of my favourite songs of all time – yeah, yeah, you probably shouldn’t listen if you’re suicidal, but the title is fitting since I LOVE the holidays. Here are some photos of how I spent mine…
Sean and his massive household had a wholesome Christmas party, where guests were required to dress in onesies or lederhosen or both. Everyone in attendance was a costume designer or a puppeteer, except me.
Channuka/Hannuka/Hanuukkkakakakakakakaka
Me looking and feeling soooooo happy after Christmas dinner at the Jacot’s.
2/5th of the Jacots.
Dutchie’s winter attire, which I did not invest in. My parents have spoiled her to the point where she’s a different dog. She even snapped at me when I shoved my face into her face and wouldn’t move it. Back in the day, she never would have even dreamed of doing such a thing.
I spent a bunch of time in the hospital, while my friend was in there. I helped her fill out lengthy forms, which was a pretty fun process.
Should you ever go to the crusty Chinese mall in Chinatown, know the rules.
Let the Snow Games with Dutchie begin!
Food and drink on New Years.
I made everyone take a photo of themselves. I do that a lot.
Apparently if you move around while someone’s taking a photo of you, it’s impossible to get a bad shot. Not that Sarah doesn’t photograph well.
Beautiful Katie.
I changed my top to a polka dotted one.
Anyhow, that’s it for now. Didn’t make any resolutions ’cause I have enough pressure on myself right now. I did promise to eat every novelty poutine item I come across on a menu, so, yeah, bring it. Got any tips or recommendations for poutine-inspired dishes?
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