Christmas Shootout

My decorations. I take them way too seriously.
Dinner on the 23rd. Two Dineens. Ladies and gentlemen, behold
my future. I feed Lin her booze. She really needed it. We really
needed her to have some.
Christmas Eve. I wonder if Laura can make a mean, juicy
ham like that. And take note of Dave's fine shirt.
Lifting Mr. D. Not easy after 3 days of strenous eating.


Bon jour. Je suis un sexy et maschulin chien. Vouz
s'apprécie mon moustache? C'est un trés beau moustache, no?
Oh how Mr. D looks so lovingly at John. Oh how creeped out
John is. Plus, Lin passed out post-meal. I have to say, she looks
more dead than anything else.


And finally, in the Christmas spirit, a little shootout with a 22
in the basement. Beats Caroling.