In response to the sunny 75 degree weather we experienced on Christmas Day while drinking margaritas…
“Maybe we should do Christmas Luau style… I bet people would eat a lot less if they were wearing bathing suits at the dinner table.” – My Sister
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ME: “Emily, you sure smell nice." EMILY: "Thanks, it’s my new Justin Bieber perfume!” – My 13 year old cousin ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________
“Another volunteer recently started calling us all Japanese Cowboys. Imagine if, 70 years ago, some Japanese guy had moved straight from the heart of Japan into the Midwest. Once he gets there, he decides to start wearing jeans and a hat and decides to become a cowboy. He even starts throwin out some yeehaws. Sure he’s a fine cowboy, but no one will ever really take him seriously because he’s still Japanese.”
– My Brother (currently in the Peace Corps in Panama). An excerpt from his most recent email.
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We gave my aunt 4 live chickens and a giant coup for Christmas(another story for another day). As we chatted with and purchased the chickens from the “Chicken Lady”:
“I actually have a house chicken. She’s really sweet. She sleeps with me every night perched by my head…”
– The Chicken Lady
