Welp, we’re still here and didn’t die in an apocalyptic demise of the world. So we decided to continue on with our Christmas travels. Klaus came. I called dibs on Mommy’s bed. She’s soft and snuggly and smells like milk and cookies. Klaus gets Daddy. He snores and smells like coffee (that might have something to do with the two shots of expresso he had while driving us).
Whoops. Mommy forgot to pack the books. Just more presents to open when we get home! And we don’t have access to our FAIL pictures. So here’s a cute picture of me just because.