We've settled into our new, more modest apartment just in time for Bryan and Selina's 2nd Annual Koristmas Party. Useless gifts being the theme, we exchanged presents of fish food, flattened pennies, whitening face masks, and a poo noise-maker hammer that screams "I Love You" when smashed. Oh my dearest friends, you are so very clever.
We ate far too much delicious food, indulged in some celebratory Christmas drinks, and played games into the night.
Believing in keeping blog posts short and sweet, I'll leave you with one of my favorite Christmas quotes, from none other than the wise Dr. Seuss:
"Maybe Christmas," he thought, "doesn't come from a store. Maybe Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more."
Happy Holidays!
