I'm not gonna say that his trip wasn't special. It was. I said my goodbyes to my grandmother, said hello to my little nephew, spent oodles of time with the Fam in South Prairie and Seattle and Surrey. I met up with Claire (though not as much as I'd have liked) ate (far far far in excess of what is good for me) drank (so much I'm pretty sure I'll have to declare my liver upon returning to Iceland) gave and received many gifts, and generally got back in touch.
Nothing remarkably bloggable, seeing as I've already covered the toilet humor ha ha of The Yule Logs, which were in full effect yet again.
American Me is so full of shit...
So I'll leave it at that dear blogadytes. See ya in Rvk on Saturday!