Santa lives in Canada. We call him papa gigio.
Casey is leaving us. She will be teaching Spanish to young children. If you ever miss us Case, you can sleep on my lofabed and eat midnight scrambled eggs anytime. :(.
We had a little goodbye dinner for this little mamacita. Ellen was the entertainment for sure.
These guys showed up! I am buying one of these hats for my faja, I think he'll dig it! The yoopers are stoked that these "stormy kromers" originated here....
this is a dirty girl scout. It tastes like MINT and froth. Interesting.
Merry Christmas to all of Marquette. OH...and Mr. Plow driver.... please stop smashing snow into our little driveway. That snow is SO heavy and it's cramping my style, and back.
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