Christmas in Cowtown

Booze and Tobacco!  How Did You Know?

- Papa Jeff on Christmas Morning


Well, the McCrimmon Family Unit has officially made it through another Christmas, and our little Pooklings have not made their grand entrance yet.  Pookie is at 31 weeks today, and is not what I would call "comfortable".  She has gotten to the point where she is always hungry, but eating makes her feel nautious, her back hurts from laying down, and from not laying down.  So basically her back hurts and she's feeling pukish 24 hours a day.  If it was me going through this, there would be a lot more whining going on.

Pookie has officially given the kids a two-week eviction notice.  Not the kind where the landlord gives you two weeks to pay, and then another two, and then sends the sheriff in to tell you that you have two more weeks either.  The kind where everyone is thrown in the street, the locks are changed and see your own shit at the pawn shop that weekend ( I might be watching too much reality TV).  There is still a chance they could come earlier, but it is not looking like things are going to go down that way.

Pookie's mom, Grandpa Ziggy, Uncle Joe, Aunt Julie (soft J), and my brother Donny are also at our place, so we have been having quite the family get together for the last few days.  It's not the same without my parents around, but I noticed I wasn't nearly as hung over as usual on Christmas Day.

In honour of the Festivus Season, I decided I would rent a hot tub for the week.  We always have a great time at Pookie's parents place, and used the hot tub on a daily basis, so I thought I would set the same thing up.  I found a place on the internet, called the guy up, and two days later, we were gunning beers and smoking cigars in the backyard. 

The only issue is that I got a little cheap when I was picking out the tub and rented a 4-6 man tub instead of the 6-8 man.  I figured that with two, maybe three guys in there, a 4-6 man would be plenty big.  Plus, the big one was a 50 bucks more for the week.  Apparently they size hot tubs with the same elves they use to size tents.  Sitting in this tub with the Uncles is like bathing with a man, except you're both drinking and wearing trunks.  We could have just filled up the bath tub and brought six pack into the can with us.  At least we know for next year, and in another two years we'll have our own little gophers to run empties to the house and full beers to the tub.  Father of the Year, 2014.

We missed everyone back in Pincher this year, this is the second year in a row we didn't make it down, but look forward to seeing everyone soon.

BIG congratulations to Ashley and Tyler, we can't wait to meet Morgan. 


Happy Festivus!