OK. I know. I suck as a blogger.
I forgot to finish posting pictures of Amy Snow’s shenanigans. I’m sure you weren’t holding your breath or anything, but here you go anyway: photographic proof that I actually kept this up until Christmas.
I know, I was shocked, too.
To the photos!
Whatcha drawin’ there, Amy? A tree? Awww…
“oh, hey.”
Amy came along for a sleepover at my in-laws’ house (my decorations aren’t quite this nice; I think Amy enjoyed the change of scenery)
Brrrrrr…
Amy Snow stuck around for Christmas morning. Know what Santa brought her?
Ryan Freaking Reynolds.
…or a reasonable facsimile. Lucky bit–Er, very deserving and special doll-type lady. I’m happy for you. Really.
All he brought me was a dragon…
“To the North Pole, Mortimer!”
“Thrlaaaah!”
Goodbye, Amy Snow, until next year. Please send my dragon back.
Seriously, I miss him.
disregard the prologue 
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