Ho-Ho-Ho-Homer!
I'm in Tucson, helping Homer get his house ready for his holiday party tomorrow. Homer hurt his ankle so he's having some trouble getting around. Frozen foods help.
Homer likes real trees and shit. I like the idea of them. My allergies aren't big fans.
While I hung the lights on the tree, Homer made a wreath for the kitchen with lemons and pine cones. He's the Tucson Martha Stewart. Forrest came over and we made a wreath for the living room mirror.
'Tis the season, yo.
Comments
Love the sparkly hat!
Posted by: Amy! | December 14, 2008 10:59 AM
Oh lordy, its like the sexy-man Christmas!
Homer really is the Tucson Martha Stewart, thats a bit of a worry really!
I'm going to write to Santa and ask for both of you under my tree!
Posted by: Kezza | December 14, 2008 02:17 PM
Homer is my hero. I wish both of you would come decorate my house. I'm worthless when it comes to that sort of thing.
Posted by: Curtis | December 14, 2008 04:17 PM
Nothing puts the 'S' in sensational like sequins on a festive chapeau honey!
Hugs,
kb
Posted by: knottyboy | December 23, 2008 03:55 PM
The Tucson Martha?! Hilarious! Hey Homer.
Posted by: Tommy | December 24, 2008 11:16 PM