Christmas with the Wife and Kid
Last night was an adventure in Christmas gift wrapping. As with last year, Popeye kept pawing at the presents even as I was trying to wrap them, especially the cat toys on which I'd sprinkled cat nip. Unlike last year, the little shit didn't get his way and had to wait until this morning like everyone else.
.oO WTF was he thinking? Oo. "I mean, thank you, honey!"
As usual, the annual frogs calendar was a big hit.
.oO Hm. Spicy sausages. Is he trying to tell me something? Oo.
Peace on earth... finally.