Now given that my in-laws and my grandparents read this blog you might think that this is a dangerous beginning to a blog post that will assuredly lead to a Santa-less Christmas. Now normally you'd be right but I'm feeling quite laudatory tonight.
One of my fundamental beliefs in human relations is that we're all the byproducts of our childhood, friends, and acquaintances. The familial relationship is extra important in that it shapes many of your likes, dislikes, and value structures. Now usually for people our age the influence of these familial interactions results in costly therapy for many years. Or if your like me it results in many futile years of cheering for the Boston Red Sox (don't worry honey your Orioles can't be horrible forever).
For us as a married couple this parental influence led to something even more traumatic this year:
Okay given the lack of photographic evidence that we got anything from said garden (and really we didn't thus the lack of photos) I'd hardly call it gardening. But at least we tried right, dad? LeAnn? Anyone? Do you love us now?
Oh well. I guess I'll try therapy like the rest of my peers.
Here's another Matt Costa video.