Later on in the afternoon my half-brother Scott wanted to take a family picture by a lake that was close by. After much debate between my father and him we hauled ourselves down there to discover that the entire area was covered in duck poop. None of us had ever seen so much crap in our lives but Scott still wanted to take the picture. On the way home Scott ran out of gas in his car and had to have his sister and brother-in-law bring him some more.
Aunt Betty, Bryn, Bryn's children, Andee, and their boyfriends finally showed up. I was glad because I had made Aunt Betty a Black Santa cake since she didn't have a man to go home to this year.
As the day continued into evening Libby had more wine and continued to butcher Christmas carols. For a small preview of the torture we experienced please click on this link. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2G6lZ_k-sUA
All in all it was a good Christmas. I am very glad that we have 363 days until the next one!