On my Uglydoll

On Thanksgiving we celebrated Christmas with my dad's side of the family. We weren't going to be able to see my grandparents (Gram and Grump --yeah that's really what we call him, I made it up) during Christmas, so we had it early. This was totally fine by me of course, I mean I'm not even done with my birthday yet. So, I got this little stuffed creature from my aunt. Her name is Anne, we call her Auntie Anne, I'm not even kidding. I was so happy to get my Uglydoll. Seriously, that's the brand name on the label--UglyDoll. My aunt has one and she remembered how last year I was admiring hers so much. This little truly hideous doll is like on of my favorite gifts ever. The new picture I put up is of me and my Uglydoll, if you couldn't tell. Yeah, I get a little too excited about things like that. Oh well, that's about all I have to report about the Thanksgiving holiday. I did get two battle wounds, I get pretty pumped about showing off my scars and telling of my dangerous adventures.

One. My dad's brother, Bo, has four sons. They like to wrestle. I was being attacked by a few of these cousins and I think my brother, which was no big deal except the youngest cousin, Ryan he's 3, decided to bring along a matchbox car. I had a little lump on my face, between my eyebrows for a little while and I am sporting a fabulous cut on my nose. Of course there are no hard feelings towards Ryan, the scar makes my vacation seem interesting.

Two. In the car on the way home, the vent above my seat in the car attacked my hand. The pointer finger on my right hand really hurts, I can't wear my ring. OK, so that one wasn't at all glamorous, exciting, or interesting, I apologize for wasting your time. Hey, but at least I had your attention for a minute, because you were pitying me. I'm just kidding, I'm not pretending to be abused or infirm. I just thought you'd like to know what events I'll remember from my trip.