As we sprinkled reindeer food on the lawn tonight, I got impatient and dumped the rest of the baggie out in a pile on the lawn.
My husband snorted and said "Who's that for? Fatzen?"
Then he chuckled and continued "On Dasher! On Dancer! On Prancer! On Fatzen!!! FATZEN! GET UP! GOOOOOO!!!"
Ha.Ha.
I feel a story in the works. Tailored especially for obese childrens. ;)
Merry Christmas!
Thursday, December 24, 2009
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That's funny. Fatzen must be the cousin of "Olive". :)
Merry Christmas!
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