Merry Christmas Everyone

It is Offically Christmas

OK, so it's offically Christmas. My Mother, Father and I are sitting here, watching the Rice and Troy game (two teams FSU beat this year- GET SOME!) and my mother just said, "Ricky (we'll address this in a bit), I have a present for you, but I don't remember where I put it."

I swear, every year that I can remember, this has ben the case. We sit around the tree and a some point, my mom will look at someone and say,"Wait, did you open everything? Well, there's something missing." and then rummaging through the closets ensues.

The only thing missing now is being called by the wrong brother's name. You know, "Tim-Davi-Ricky". When all three of us are home, it's quite confusing. We just look at each other and go, "your turn".

To address the Ricky thing. It seems there are those who think it's funny to refer to me that way. Yeah, not so much. There are rules: if you've given birth to me or have attained girlfriend status, then and only then, may you call me that. Otherwise, I shall be forced to refer to it as "pop". (Mormon girl, I'm looking right at you)

"Harmon, no more pop for you."

Bathroom poetry

On the wall behind a urinal in the Publix bathroom someone wrote, "Jesus loves you". If I would have had a pen on me I would have added....."but he's just not looking for a serious commitment right now".