This weekend was my birthday. For dinner, we went to the Melting Pot. It was delicious. You better believe we ate it all. And yes, that is the same locket necklace I've had for 3 years without ever putting a picture of a small animal inside.
This is how we felt after the last course.
We couldn't even finish the 2nd round of cheesecake.
During the dinner, somehow G and I got on the topic of my necklace. I open it to show him that yes, it's still empty, only to discover this:
A 13-year-old picture of George? Not creepy at all. Apparently last week sometime he spent an hour cutting out an old tiny photo of himself.
Moving on to pictures of Christmas! Mackay got an origami book, and made sure George and I both had animal hats before we left. Mine is a surprised pig, and George's is a calico cat.
Here they are all tuckered out!
Here is a present Mackay gave to Emma: an empty crest cardboard carton that says "brush your teeth" on the inside. Best gift ever.
George is on a volleyball team that plays in a real league.
And last but not least, I just got a full time position in the optical department, meaning better insurance coverage, meaning george can start allergy shots, meaning in one year we will have one of these.
