Christmas Miracles

If you're wondering who's been having the best week ever, I'll tell you that it's not Kanye West and it ain't Kris Kringle. It's these guys:

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The Cimino kids. Not only did I get that beautiful banana on wheels, but after a YEAR of never-ending negotiations and boring bank balogna, my dear little brother bought his dream home, too. An incredible 200-year-old plantation house on 5-acres of fertile farmland in the middle of nowhere. It's absolutely incredible and most assuredly haunted-as-hell.  

Somebody bring the proton packs.

Somebody bring the proton packs.

I've spent the last 5 months mooching shelter from kindly friends and family to save money for my excursion, (more on that in my next post) and now, it's his turn to take me in. Really, I couldn't be more excited. It's pretty amazing how it all comes together. Both of our lives have taken a sharp left turn down roads less traveled. Roads we never would have looked for, but that found us anyway. Now if only we can figure out how to get the internet...and running water.

In the meantime, our Best Week Ever is made 1000x bettery because we get to spend Christmas laughing, lazing and panic shopping with the funnest people on earth. Our family.   

It's a Cofino Christmas.

It's a Cofino Christmas.

Merry Christmas, ya'll.