a.) I wish. (Although Moobs is a freakin' riot.) No, in our family we celebrate the birth of our Lord not by buying each other expensive leather goods, but by bidding on a house that has been repossesed by the local housing and urban development department.
b.) Sadly, yes. There is nothing that says Christmas like a bright red, completely chapped nose and upper lip, is there? No, there is not. This holiday portrait is brought to you by the lovely folks at Kleenex, Chapstick and Vicks' NyQuil.
c.) I'm not sad, exactly, but the answer is yes. (I gave you a big fat hint, did I not? See my response to "a" people.) Pictures will be posted shortly. You do the math. A house that is 70 years old needs . . . work. Much, much work. But supposedly it is worth it because of all the "quaint" features like falling down garages and ripped up driveways.
d.) See above.
Off to consume copious amounts of drugs and chicken soup. Cheers!
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