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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Klockwork Kugler: This is my blog. This is what I do. 
batmannnnn! 😀
i meant: batmannnn!
: )))
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.
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.
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