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The Best Worst Christmas 1989

December 22, 2010

Because it’s Christmas.  And rubbing these memories in my brother’s face never gets old.  Enjoy…

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  1. Anonymous permalink
    January 3, 2011 3:54 pm

    batmannnnn! 😀

  2. January 3, 2011 3:55 pm

    i meant: batmannnn!
    : )))

  3. December 20, 2012 2:54 pm

    I remember getting a polyester sleeping bag covered in puppy dogs one year… and i didn’t camp. They apparently just wanted me out of the damned house.

  4. December 31, 2012 8:37 am

    Oh, Ann. What a wonderful love letetr but how heartbreaking that you’ve had to pen it. I love the idea of him guiding you all as you navigate these sad and lonely waters it sounds as though you shared a blessed and lovely marriage. May the memories of that bolster you as you learn to live life in different ways. May his peace be deep.

  5. December 31, 2012 2:23 pm

    Ali Harkness – I’m so happy to see that first picture again. I love it! I can’t wait to live cosler hopefully sometime we’ll get to meet our friend Owen!February 8, 2010 7:59 PM

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