Well, we made it through our first Christmas in the new house. It all went off without a hitch, until G, sitting in a huge pile of opened gifts, burst into tears. "Santa forgot my pony! (sob, sob)"

"G, we didn't even know you asked Santa for a pony."

"I didn't. It was a secret! (wail, sob, sob)"

M and I went on a date while Nana was here tonight. We left at 5:00. Where do we go? We decided to go to Toby's Tavern (the only tavern in Coupeville). At 5:45 we were done eating (like old people!). There was only one place open for miles and miles--up in Oak Harbor. It. Was. Wal-Mart. Yes, we went to Wal-Mart on a date, one, because we suck, but mostly we wanted to take full advantage of M's handicapped parking sticker while he has it. We bought some nail clippers and pony-tail holders. Home from our date at 7:30pm. Yes. We're lame. M is lame and also lame. I'm just lame.