We went to Paragould second this year, catching up with Mom and Dad coming
back from Cape Girardeau.
Here are some shots from the Paragould WalMart. Who would have thought
that they have an even larger camoflage section than our local California
WalMarts?
Heck, they even have a camoflage lingerie section.
And nothing says high-falutin' like Asiago Cheez-its.
Worst pun of the day.
Is it just me, or do the pictures of us opening the presents each year
look a lot the same?
Dad looking jolly with new socks and underwear.
A musical card for Dawn that came from Craig and Ordi and David and Ashley.
A new kitchen set for Kimberly.
The obligatory Uncle John's Bathroom Reader for Wade.
We haven't put up a Christmas tree at our own house in a decade, so it's
good that everyone else does.
A nice picture of Craig's side of the family for Mom.
I'm not sure what Dad is opening here, and it doesn't look like he is
that sure either.
The traditional cross-stitch from Mom with framing by Dad.
It's good I got some pants here. I usually get them in Bloomington but
I got other things there instead.
Movies and CD's for Dawn.
Smelly stuff for Mom.
A symbolic gift: we got Earl three butane tanks for heating the workshop,
purchased stealthily with the help of Ernie down the road.
And a new toaster.
A new top for Dawn.
