So I come out of the NRA Cafe this morning and what do I see? Old Jolly Saint Nick, of course!
What Santa Clause was doing at the NRA, I do not know- but he came with an army of non-elf (human) helpers who were kind enough to take a picture of me with him (a bad one, but a picture with Santa nonetheless).
The only person brave enough to take a picture with me and him was Sarah Young, the newest addition to our Event Services crew. Why you wouldn't want to take a picture with Santa is beyond me. People just kept staring at him like he didn't really exist or something...
To my little sister, Mother told me you were having fits about never getting your picture taken with Santa (well she didn't say that, but when she asked if you had I assumed it was because you were mad or something). I took you at least two times when I was of driving age, I just can't afford the $20 price tag to get the picture that commemorated the experiences. Also (note my greenish sweater in the picture above) I have been obsessed with Star Trek lately. For the Trekkies out there, I mean Star Trek: The Original Series. I am still only a beginner Trekkie- but I did spend over 13 hours of Thanksgiving break watching the first season episodes. I mention this only because when I woke up this morning and got dressed, and oblivious to my new obsession with the show, my husband pointed out to me that I was dressed like Captain Kirk- compare the pictures below:
I am the one on the right, in case you couldn't tell the difference because we are so eerily similar. Thankfully Husband still had his ANCIENT phone lying around so I could use it as my Enterprise Communicator.
Amber Out.