FCC, along with FML and Cousin-in-law, returned from the mystic land of shopping last night with presents.
I, of course, gave the traditional Runamuk welcome. This consists of a dance as well as a greeting. While hopping from one foot to the other and quickly clapping one's hands, the greeter cries, "What you brung me! What you brung me! What you brung me!"
With new shoes, jeans, and pajamas, it was like Christmas without the stupid tree. Oh, happy day!
Later, Mushers!
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