We do a photo card every year. Usually I just use a few of my favorite pictures taken throughout the year. I have a lot of out of state relatives, they like to see the kids.

That sweater though!

Why are they harshing on Barbra? It’s James’ son, why isn’t he getting the blame for turning his back? Plus, damn Josh, have your brother over for a meal.

I was referring to my phone — I hit the space bar twice, it automatically puts a period.

Thank you. I was all who the hell is James Kennedy, and then I read your post. Oh, that James Kennedy, douchebag, creeping on Lala, Kristen stalking James. Yes, moar feud, please.

Space, space, boom.

I wish the quality was better, but...

You lied about pies. Don’t be so crusty.

When you are three, you can be the monkey in the house without going through some toy middleman. See also puppies.

Wild Hogs.

When my babies were that little, I would just pose them with their finger in their nose while they slept.

You already have a lifetime of hormone treatment. I think it would be tough to add anti-rejection medication to the routine, when the transplant is not life-saving.

Man, I tried finding a video clip of Cheer’s Sam Malone dropping “The Sun Also Rises” in the tub.

Zombies are more appropriate for Easter decorating, I think.

I live where schools and parks are named after César Chávez. That really is a joke that rich people should only tell other rich people.

Absolutely.

I really like the Zooey Deschanel/Leon Redbone version.

Because they referenced the wedding, I wondered if the victim was a step-daughter. Awful all the way around.

I didn’t realize you already had the ligation. I read it as the fear was keeping you from getting the ligation. I might have kept my story of doom to myself. But think of me as being the 1%, so statistically I will take the heat for you.

Good call on skipping Emma Roberts’ fight club. She bites.