When Kristi and I went back to Cleveland in October, I received a fortune that pretty much screamed "forever alone".
My kitties while decorating the tree.
Our Christmas tree...before the stand broke and it fell over. Don't worry, only 3 ornaments broke...not counting the 2 I dropped beforehand.
Kristi in line to see Santa.
My uncle's dog. A prime example of a hyper, "battery operated" dog.
Kristi and Smokey.
The snowmen I made at our school's holiday party.
It looked like The Blair Witch Project on campus a few weeks back.
That big ass dot is the moon. Just an FYI.
Rachel getting reprimanded for poking me at our school's Thanksgiving dinner.
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