D8rkmessngr's Witness

I think back and all I remember is the baking and smelling like cookie dough for days. And once my twins made hubby stake out our fireplace for Santa. Dressed in his uniform, begrudgingly staking out our gas fireplace for Santa to come so hubby could arrest him for breaking-and-entering.

My darlings were so cute then.

I was twenty pounds lighter then, too.

Years of holiday baking later...LOL.

Ah, good times. Next...puberty.

Nooooo......

Happy holidays, all!

My roof, my sink, my sanity. There goes our vacation money. :(

I need smut, huggles, sweet porn of my boys as I dry out my things.