Sunday, December 26, 2010
Merry Christmas from the Griswalds (caution-PG for language!)
The Organs are the new Griswalds ;) Our Christmas morning began at 6:30 with Griffin as the first one up. Owen must have forgotten about Santa or he has simply inherited my lack of morning happiness. He opened his presents kind of in a daze, I think he was overwhelmed. After everything was opened he immediately wanted to play with the Disney Cars race track Uncle Ryan, Aunt Justine and Rylie sent him. Unfortunately the toy builder at Disney, or what ever Chinese factory they used, decided quality control wasn't necessary. They basically jammed the thing together and it was un-usable. Also, the little r/c cars were not working. So what does Chris do? He gets mad. Throws a tantrum that could rival Owen's, or possibly the famous rant of Clark Griswald. If you don't know it, have no idea who Clark Griswald is, or basically have lived under a rock for the last 21 years at Christmas time, this is it: Clark: Hey! If any of you are looking for any last-minute gift ideas for me, I have one. I'd like Frank Shirley, my boss, right here tonight. I want him brought from his happy holiday slumber over there on Melody Lane with all the other rich people and I want him brought right here, with a big ribbon on his head, and I want to look him straight in the eye and I want to tell him what a cheap, lying, no-good, rotten, four-flushing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood-sucking, dog-kissing, brainless, dickless, hopeless, heartless, fat-ass, bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spotty-lipped, worm-headed sack of monkey shit he is! Hallelujah! Holy shit! Where's the Tylenol?--http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0097958/quotes
So in Clark Griswald style, Chris got mad, decided to go to the Mac's for overpriced batteries to try and fix the cars, slammed the baby gate, broke the baby gate, left a large hole in the wall where the baby gate once resided. To which I so elegantly yelled "you broke the fucking gate!" to which Owen repeated "daddy, you broke the fucking gate!" Nice eh? Classy! Then we all cried.
Chris came home from getting $12 batteries (that's $3 a battery!) and the stupid cars still didn't work. So he gave up. Race track is back in the box until we figure out how to send it back to Disney. At this point, (and we totally appreciate the thought Justine, Owen loved all of it, but....) I would not be recommending shopping the disney store online. The track which they paid a lot of money for was junk and the lightening mcqueen personalized blanket they sent him (and paid for the personalization) was not personalized. Also, they ship UPS, so if you have received from UPS, you know they charge you a brokerage fee. Annoying.
Chris had a nap, we all went to church and things were better. Kellie, Jeremy, Mollie and Henry doodle joined us for a wonderful Turkey dinner and then we headed over to Joella and John's to play. They live 8 houses down the street. When we left I set the alarm because, well, it's Christmas and when is a better time to break into someone's house? Well apparently I hit the panic button on our alarm and moments after we get to Joella's house the police arrived. They called our house number, our cells, Joella's cell (which rang on the counter, Chris picked it up and handed it to her, but missed the call and she didn't know the number so didn't call it back, it was the RCMP) and after an hour of trying to get us, they had to break down the door to search the house. So we came home to the cops at our house and a broken down door :( Luckily our insurance will cover it and it is only going to cost us $500 deductible. UGH, so Merry Christmas to us. The kids loved all there presents, dinner was fantastic, but it was a really shitty day! lol
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