For Christmas, I got a new outfit from Build-A-Bear. It’s some kind of desert garb that comes with some sort of pointy, shiny, ice cream cone of death. Maybe it’s supposed to be Santa’s bodyguard or something. It came in a Farmville special deliver box.  Nice touch, Ken, nice touch.

Ken has a similar outfit, sans the cone, and we went to some kind of space protest in front of the store. There was even a really tall bear called Chewing Bacca. I think that’s his Indian name. Somehow the pictures of all of us got lost, but maybe that’s a good thing.

Here’s one of just me for now, on the slopes of the new couch. With a ginger bread guy.