Thursday, December 24, 2009

Merry Christmas.

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!!!"


I feel a story in the works. Tailored especially for obese childrens. ;)

Merry Christmas!

1 comment:

Heather said...

That's funny. Fatzen must be the cousin of "Olive". :)

Merry Christmas!