Oh, and mints and gum. LOTS of mints and gum. Anyone who's talked to Tara in a room smaller than a convention center knows why she got these. Babygirl's got breath that could knock a buzzard off a shit-truck at 40 yards. Hahahahaha. (Okay, Tara doesn't really have bad breaffff at all. I just totally made that up because I heard my uncle say that buzzard line at a family party like 10 months ago and I've been patiently waiting to use it somewhere on this site but the opportunity just hasn't presented itself. So Tara, you're my inadvertant bad breath casuality. Sorry, sugar.)
Here are the "Healthy Brain Pills" that can only be procured in Chinatown in a store near my house. Now that Tara's getting up there in years, I decided it would be a crime to risk her not having a healthy brain.
Then it was time for the birthday girl to open PRESENTS! It's my firm belief that no DVD home library is complete with out Richard's Pryor's 1982 seminal cinema-classic, The Toy.
In my family, we buy ourselves what we want for Christmas, and we open whatever we bought well before Christmas arrives...so on Xmas eve, we only have a few, smaller gifts to open. Here's Brett holding his bounty of two books.
...which turned out to be this hot-ass, electric-Mermaid toothbrush. (Mom's Xmas message to her sons: Brett needs to lose weight. Brian needs to brush his teeth. hehe.)
My brother only had one present under the tree (from our mom) and it turned out to be a book on how to lose weight. He got all offended and started saying things like "Merry Christmas, Son...You're Fat!" In this pic he's just read the title and you can see his face starting to just turn sour.
Dad actually has a gift to open from Brett & I! We wrote him a two page epic poem upon his retirement and we had them framed for his new home-office wall.