Merry Christmas!

It's been a busy holiday season, but we hope you had a wonderful Christmas! Jared and I had a great first Christmas together. We went to my sister's house in Gilroy and had a lovely time. We enjoyed a hula performance by my nieces, air hockey on Tammy's new iPod Touch, and good food and good times with family. I love the holidays!

Confession

Sometimes, when I watch "What Not to Wear", I get emotional.

Captions, please. . .

I just got this picture from my sister and was practically rolling on the floor! What do you think the caption should be?

Hotel Frisby

Amongst the wonderful memories and good times that we brought home from our Thanksgiving in Idaho, we also brought home some wedding gifts that had been sent to Jared's parents' house. Included in said gifts was a set of two bath sheets. Sheets not towels. Know what the difference is? Bath Sheets are ginormous! They're longer than me and probably three times as wide. Jared is afraid that if he wraps it around his waist, it will drag on the floor (I told him to wrap it around himself right under his armpits - like a woman. He wouldn't). Instead of putting those bath sheets in storage with all of our other wedding gifts (because we are house-sitting a fully furnished house), we decided to bust those out and use them right away. Why? Because, as Jared says, wrapping up in one of those bath sheets is like being wrapped up in angels' wings. So every morning when we get out of the shower, for a beautiful few minutes, it's like we're living in a 5 star hotel!

Our Furry Houseguest

Last week, our good friends The Bennings had their baby (Congratulations Bennings!). We were lucky enough to take care of their other little one while they were in the hospital.



Max was a very polite houseguest. He wasn't noisy, he didn't complain, he helped me put up all of the Christmas decorations. And, he even patrolled the front and back yards for squirrels and cats.





Thanks for staying with us Max! You're welcome anytime!

When Christmas Goes Very Wrong. . .

Just Kidding!!!! That's just Jared wrapping up our Christmas tree in a tarp so we could take it home.

After we got home from our lovely Thanksgiving vacation on Saturday, we met my sister and her family in the Santa Cruz mountains to cut down a Christmas tree (don't worry, it was on a tree farm - totally legal). First step was finding the perfect Christmas tree. That didn't take long because Jared and I needed a small tree (since our house is currently overrun by couches) and most people go for the big trees. That left us lots to choose from. Next step was cutting it down. Also an easy task since our tree was small. I think Jared had it done in about two minutes.



Of course, carrying it to the car was also a cinch. Jared carried the tree and I carried the saw.



Now comes the tricky part. After cutting down our tree and taking it to the car, we had to figure out how to get it home. Neither of our cars are really ideal vehicles for transporting a Christmas tree (although, it would be a pretty sweet site to see a MINI cruising along with a Christmas tree on top). We took Jared's Mustang thinking that there was a possibility we could fit a tree in the trunk if we folded the back seat down. If it didn't fit, we would have to tie it on top. After getting the tree to the car and sizing up the situation, we decided to try the trunk option. We wrapped the tree up tight in the tarp and then tied it all in tightly. This was the part that my sister thought was hilarious because it looked like we were tying up a body.



But, when all was said and done, we folded down the back seat and - voila - we had a Christmas tree in the trunk of our car.



And it fit beautifully!

A Tale of Three Molestaches

I'm getting behind on my posting. My apologies. Now for the drama that I mentioned in my last post. . .

Once upon a time there were three Frisby brothers who thought it would be funny to play a joke on Frisby sister. They thought it would be funny to grow mustaches for the family pictures to make Frisby sister mad. They started a couple of weeks before picture day, which happened to be Thanksgiving Day, growing beards and mustaches as fast as they could. On picture day, they awoke with beards and mustaches all around. The three Frisby brothers set their plan in motion by shaving off their beards before the Thanksgiving feast. They came to dinner in full molestache glory! After dinner, preparations began for taking the pictures. The three Frisby brothers, however, made no efforts toward becoming clean-shaven. As picture time drew nearer and nearer and the Frisby brothers were not any closer to being clean-shaven, visions of a family photo full of molestaches began to dance in the heads of Frisby sister and at least one of the Frisby wives (who shall remain nameless). All manner of persuasion was used to try to get the three Frisby brothers to ditch the molestaches, but they were all in vain. Finally, Frisby mom had to step in and lay down the law. The molestaches came off and the family pictures were saved!!!!

Of course, a picture is worth a thousand words. . .







Ashlee, I apologize for any grief that my husband caused you!