Christmas morning descended upon the Pupster house in the usual fashion, with the Pupster-boys dragging us out of bed to open presents before the sun came up.
What I thought would be the best Christmas present ever for the boys did not move the joy meter in the least, but Mrs. Pupster and I have enjoyed plinking cans on our homemade shooting range in the garage.
My “big” present to Mrs. Pupster also did not receive the “sparkly eyed gushing thank you” I expected. After I excitedly charged it up and followed it around the house for a few hours, I’ve conceded the fact that I may have fulfilled my fondest Christmas wish instead of hers. The appropriate level of contrition is still being negotiated.
The one family member who got exactly what he wanted for Christmas is easy to shop for.
You might be able to tell from the quality of the video, I did not get a new digital video camera for Christmas.
*squeak squeak squeak*