I'll probably leave this mega post over Christmas, so I can focus on being away from my computer. The more I'm away, the better I feel. Computer = Kryptonite.
I should have made some for Greco...
"Words fashioned with somewhat over precise diction are like shapes turned out by a cookie cutter." –Peter De Vries
"Remember, sex is like a Chinese dinner. It ain't over 'til you both get your cookie." –Alec Baldwin
"Art" angle of some finished moonpies waiting to be snatched.
This one is good. Lindsay hates the words: Moist, Orifice, and Panties.
By the way: Merry Christmas from both Deanna and Me
And some were doused with chocolate.
The tree. As an atheist, I choose to take part in Christmas out of both nostalgia and the fun of giving and getting gifts, and sending cards and good cheer. Not to mention time off of work. I grew up with it, and it makes both Deanna and I feel good, and it's a good excuse to make it a priority to spend time with family.
"The Vice-Presidency is sort of like the last cookie on the plate. Everybody insists he won't take it, but somebody always does." –Bill Vaughan
...on my waistline.
Lindsay took some acid before making these. That was supposed to be a weiner, but ended up being a sloppy vagina. And the other one was supposed to be an 'action painting' but ended up a Grateful Dead bear.