So, we have schlepped a modified version of the Traditional Landfill Xmas up here to Siberia. I won’t talk about the chaotic party schedule and vee-hickle wrangling that began yesterday and continued throughout half of this morning. I am almost sorry that I didn’t take a photoooo of the mess that was in the Landfill front living room when I got up at 0-skunk-30 this morning. The mess that we had to shoehorn into the Frog Hopper for the trip north. The GG got it all in but I remained in a mid-level state of panic until we all finally met up with the GB Fins for breakfast. The panic returned when I took over driving just as it started to snow. Fortunately, the snow was very light and the roads stayed clear although wet and we made it in about the usual time. Still, I am feeling a bit like how Frooogggy looks in the photoooo below. Except I don’t have fancy nostril jewelry.

And so… The Big Mac…

Aaaannnndddd. The John B. Aird enters the Soo Locks downbound, where it will drop 21 feet from the level of Lake Superior to the level of Lakes Michigan and Huron.

Our tree is down there at the Landfill but the GG very quickly “whored up” (his words, not mine) the Squatter’s Paradise. No way am I gonna hang out in the dark days of the winter solstice without a bunch of colored lights. I’m sure some of the neighbors are wondering what’s up though 😉

I gotta go but, last but not least, because I fergot to bring up some loverly xmas tree shaped butter (and a few other things that folks can’t live without), we have already made one run to the grokkery store up here in Siberia. Hope that’s all, fer kee-reist! (No, they did not buy Christmas tree shaped butter and I don’t have it at home either.)

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