Christmas Hunt 07 as seen by Jack:

Our photographer

Who really needs a haircut

The dense thick forest where we track our victim

Heading out for the hunt

The hounds are trying to pick up the scent

This one?

There are numerous victims to pick from...

um, I think the photographer is getting bored

One of the hounds hot on the trail...

Wow, he's old. Mental note: no zooming in on parents.

Amy: Don't forget to take the annual bootie shot.
Sheesh, his butt got big...

Wow, those clips for my glasses look really stupid.

The remains.

Dragging it back to the car, as the hounds weren't cooperating fetching the kill.

I really need to talk to Jack about, maybe, zooming a bit too far...

The hounds are leading the way back so we don't get lost...

The gift shop...
Jack: Mom, I have $2 burning a hole in my pocket.
Amy: I'll take it...

Jack: Can I keep it, please? They say it needs a new home.
Amy: I can see the cat with the wieners now...I think I need to go lie down.

Jack: It's purring, it loves me!
Amy: So does Ginger Pye, and she purrs, it just sounds a lot like whining.

Jack: If you really loved me, you would let me take it home.
Amy: You are right, I'm a horrible mother. Now let's go home so you can get your daily beating with a side of cod liver oil.

Thankfully, he got it onto the truck without my help, because, I really hate that part.

I think he was dreaming of ways to hurt his mean mother for not letting him take the cat home.
Boy, was he mad after the flash went off and woke him up...

Later...

Amy: Here are the tree lights from last year. I guarantee they won't work, they haven't for 5 years. I've just learn to accept the fact I need to go buy new ones every time we put up the tree. Jack, when have to go buy new Christmas lights, we are stopping at Holiday for Pumpkin Pie Lattes.

Jack: Yea! (He is, apparently, over the cat)

Todd: (Plugging all 3 strings into a socket) There must be something wrong with the switch, I can't believe all three strings won't light.

So, Todd goes and gets some doo-hickey and tests all the strands and one turns on about half of it's lights and the other 2 strings stay completely dead. Meanwhile, Jack and I start getting ready for lattes. Todd then swears a lot, gets frustrated, and goes down to the batcave talking about Chinese conspiracies.

Welcome to Christmas at the Swenson's.

Happy Holidays!