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it’s the most wonderful time of the year

 

Sufjan Stevens, my

peaceful, holiday best friend.

No chipmunks for us.

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the white beast’s last ride

No shudders, no clunks.

No midnight grunts, resigned sighs.

Goodbye, dear old fridge.

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announcing my presence

Three pairs of shoes now.

Hear me coming.  Squeak!  I go.

Has to be my feet.

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Maybe I should buy a pair of these.  These can’t possibly squeak, can they?

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no doggie bag, thank you

Come eat dinner here.

Veggie hash and biscuit meal.

Kid vomit no charge.

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Thanks for the dinner invite and the g.i. bug.  We’ll be sure to reciprocate soon!

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tall, tall tower

Curving, soaring high.

Stack and grow.  Made with true love,

made with dixie cups.

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As I uploaded some pictures to my computer, some long-lost photos decided that now was time to migrate to the computer.  (I’m very up on how all of this precisely occurs).  This spectacular pyramid was actually a summertime creation.

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almost a cardboard box

metro watch window

a bus, a train, an amtrak.

highlight of the trip.

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Seriously, folks, the kids spent the better part of a morning sitting on an ottoman staring at the King St. Metro station in Alexandria.  I think their hearts would have broken if the front desk had put us on the other side of the hotel…

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