i don't think i mentioned that every year i have a graham cracker house building party. this year, since i was in south carolina, it was pretty tame...
I'm not really sure what I was laughing at or why Steven is growling. (See: empty whiskey glass; beer bottle.)
Do you like my apron? Do you want to borrow it?
Every Christmas Eve, a handful of us go over to my Aunt Cheryl's house for an oyster roast. Do you like oysters? I dont...
Steven starts looking very Di Nero
And on Christmas morning we wake up early. My mom makes a 1,000 calorie per serving casserole full of sausage and cheese that taste like equal parts heaven and heart attack.
Then, we go to my grandparent's house. This is not even half of the crowd...
Then, Steven, Dylan, and I escape ASAP.
Grand Finale...
I left out pictures of the part where my "very Southern" cousin (not pictured) shot a squirrel and I spent a half hour in the bathroom crying. You want to come next year, right?
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