Xmassy
Friday, December 25th, 2009Greens for Greek omelette, Christmas Eve dinner. FU, tradition!
The kitchen of the avocado killers… unveiled!
Clem playing cheeky on his tipped-up bike.
Clem at the Xmas dinner table, supping on (his only) a piece of carrot…
Clem with his new Hot Wheels. Crash ‘em, baby, crash ‘em!
My present from Judy. A sweater for Alec and a little box (jewelry?) for Edit…
Clem takes his new infant doll from Becky. He says, “bebe” and cuddles it, but sometimes he throws it to the ground because he sees a car. I don’t yet know whether he is a psychopath or a gentleman:
I also want to make a quick note that, coming from my father, no guilt-tripping means anything, because he is failing to visit his only grandson, who loves him so, while he buys Rolex watches and Diamond earrings and drinks million-dollar beer, all because he can’t ride on a Airplane without two seats to hisself and a body pillow…




