Jr and I’s first Christmas together. She isn’t super jazzed about the holiday, but she knows I am so she made us a tree. Because we’re Oh so talented, charmingly bohemian, tragically impoverished artists.
Sorry about the disgusting face pubes. I’m trying to see if my pre-pubescent girl face can actually grow a beard if I give it enough time and encouragement.
It’s not that I don’t like Christmas! It’s that something bad always happens or I get really sick. (This year has chosen stomach churning stress and threat of physical violence returning to my own home) but that’s no reason to not have a Christmas Tree
that’s made of poster board and taped to the wall!
Also: GO BEARD GO