Pics

So Saturday night I hit the town and by hitting the town I mean I took my kids to get their picture taken with the Big Guy.  Not God, Bloggy, Santa,  But I can see how you would get confused.  Also, I wish God would let me take  a picture with Him.

Unfortch, we got their just in time for Santa to "take his break".  (ie go around back and smoke weed with the elves. I mean seriously, how else do you stay put while all these screaming babies sit in your lap and tinkle?) So Mama decided to peruse the mall with the little ones.  Holy Smokaroos.  There are some interesting characters in the world.

Anyhoozle, we went to the AT&T store in the mean time, so I could check out my free upgrade options (gimme gimme gimme), and this woman who was "helping me" was the worst.  I mean I was asking her questions about the storage and prices and she actually laughed at me at one point. I was like, yo. I am not stupid.

But whatevs, Christmas spirit and all.  I didn't complain or do anything like tie her shoelaces together. Thought about it, but then again was like you will lose your job shortly so I feel bad for you.  Ho ho ho!

Also, I have beautiful kids, No doubt about that.  After an hour of standing in line, we took seven shots and came up with this:

Mrs Claus was like, this is good because the little one doesn't look so angry. Ha.  Also, make sure you recognize Santa is holding cat.