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Merry Christmas to all ...

The first thing I would like to do is wish all of you the Merriest of Christmases. I hope your holiday is everything you wish it to be and more. I really mean that. No matter how I personally feel about the season, I wouldn't wish ill of anyone so Merry Christmas to you and yours from me and mine.
Now a confession ... you remember a few posts back when I was making fun of a certain establishment for having some really ghetto Christmas decorations? Um, yeah. I guess I should be watching that "Earl" show on Fox because I totally forgot what a bitch Karma can be. "What do you mean Tommy? Those decorations were ghetto!" I hear ya friends and neighbors but before you criticize anyone else, stop and consider the consequences. The universe has a way of evening out the scales and meting out its own brand of poetic justice. What? Don't believe me huh? Well in that case, I submit for your consideration, Exhibit A:

Yet again the universe has a laugh at Tommy's expense ...

"WTF is that?" you might be asking yourself? Friends and neighbors, may I present the last of the Gunn Christmas present stash. No, your eyes aren't deceiving you, those presents are indeed wrapped in the finest news fit to print ... well, in pages of the Lake Charles American Press anyway. See, a funny thing happened on the way to Christmas Day.
This is the first year Tommy and Mommy Gunn won't be spending Christmas together. She will be at her parent's house with her family and I will be at my parent's house with mine. The kids will split time between the two households. The wife, in her infinite wisdom (or maybe just to get away from me,) decided to spend the night at her Mom's. She wanted to go to church with her and just didn't feel like driving back home afterwards I guess. Whatever.
When she left, she took the gifts for her family that hadn't yet been wrapped along with the wrapping paper, bows and tape ... ALL the wrapping paper, bows and tape (except for a half roll of double sided tape). Yep, she cleaned me out ... an inkling of things to come, I'm sure. The boys and I spent some time today with my mom and dad and some other family members in town for the holiday. We got home in time to finish OUR wrapping and get to bed so we could be up early tomorrow. That's when we discovered the brains of the outfit had left us high and dry.
"No problem," I tell the boys. "I'll just run down to the store and get a roll and we'll finish up and get to bed." It was only about 8 p.m. .... no sweat! Um ... did I happen to mention I live in Bumfucked, Louisiana? Yeah ... apparently EVERY STORE IN TOWN DECIDED TO CLOSE AT 6 p.m. TODAY! INCLUDING WAL-MART! ARRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH! WTF are we gonna do? Adapt, improvise and overcome, that's what by God! So tomorrow we'll walk into the house with newspaper wrapped papers and give everybody a chuckle. And you wonder why I hate Christmas? PFFFT! So anyway, just more proof that God does exist and he has a wicked sense of humor. Karma people ... it's a real bitch, trust me on this one. In other news that is our tree at the top of this post. I will take better pics tomorrow but I'm actually pretty happy how it turned out. We finished up our Christmas shopping yesterday. Josh had to work but the rest of us hit the road to the big city and got 'er done. Thank God. While there, we went to McAllisters Deli for lunch. I had the camera and took a few shots including this one:

Dad and Ryan goofing around. Do the backward turned hats give us street cred?

There are more on Flickr if you're interested, including some that I have played with in Photoshop. Well that's it for me. Again, Merry Christmas to you and yours. I don't know if I'll be on tomorrow. If not, see ya Tuesday. Peace ya'll.