Thanks to my Fitness in the Fastlane crew and the Beautiful Mrs. K, I blasted the mountain bike trails on Christmas Day. You are allowed to be dubious of the term 'blasted.'
Kind of like most days, I played frisbee with the giant Hound Dog. His Christmas gifts were pretty normal: dog bones and Nerf Frisbees. However, he's still attached to the chewed up old one, and opted not to chew up the new ones. Until the 26th, that is.
I usually get Christmas day pics with my favorite daughter. This time, I convinced her not to take a really bad picture of me, Plus a bonus gremlin.
In perhaps the most surprising development of the day, the youngsters in the family were quickly and painlessly organized for a group photo. Except Laura. I have no idea how she was able to hide behind the shortest kid, so you'll have to imagine that she is there. Or just trust me.
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