Decisions, Decisions. . . What Should the Well-Dressed Lab Wear for Christmas!

Sometimes it's tough to choose just the right attire for special events. And SOME friends are pushy about their ideas. First, they tackle you. . . .

Cover you in slurpy kisses and chew on your ears. . . .

. . . insist they know just the right thing to wear. . . .

. . . . and sit on your head to be the hat.

Friends! What would life be without them?

Another Peek at the Relatives While We Were In Philly

If you ever need to rent a really cool brother for some kind of PR reasons, consider this one, the one who's giving me weird looks while I hug his shoulders.

. . . Or this one, although Maria has first dibs on him, of course. Be forewarned, my rates are high for their rental. . . .

Here, we likely have my brother corrupting my sweet husband, Doug, with something on his camera. Can't you just tell by the look on Robert's face?

All was not fun in Philly. . . . This city is downright evil when it comes to parking! My brother, Robert, got a $76 parking ticket. . . . AFTER having put money in the meter AND having a handicapped sticker in his window. Down the block, 4 cars down, was a sign that said "bus loading zone." But not next to where he parked, but apparently he was suppose to know. Here, Doug is frowning ferociously at the parking ticket we got. . . . $36 for being about 3 minutes over! And then there was the $26 fine my sister got because of the way tollway lanes were labelled, and they missed the window to get toll ticket, and had to pay for the entire length of the tollroad, when they got off 3 miles down the road!

Everything else about Philly sang "brotherly love," but definitely not their parking policies/transportation policies!