Redneck Christmas

This year we celebrated Christmas THREE times! We celebrated with the Roberts’ family a week before, we celebrated with my parents and sister on Christmas day and then we celebrated with a bunch of weird rednecks a few days after. The only one I feel like blogging about(today) is the redneck one.

My sister Eleena and her family were moving into a new apartment and the boys helped. When they got there, a couch was left behind. I imagine the conversation went something like this:

Ryan: Hey, I have an idea! Lets take this couch and burn it.

Eleena: That sounds like a brilliant plan! If they ask about their couch, I will say it was gone when we got here.

Scott: I have a better idea, let’s hook it up behind the razor and ride it.

And so they tied it up behind the razor…..

It was scary! Like I-think-the-couch-is-going-to-break-and-I-am-going-to-get-stabbed-by-something scary! And then the couch did break and I flew off the back.  After that, I got too nervous to keep riding and hopped on the four-wheeler. Scott rode like a champ!   

After it was so broken and no one dared to ride it any more, we burned it.

On a side-note, I totally lost my pregnancy weight

 

Actually I haven’t, but I am wearing my Christmas present I fought for, from this person:

I know what you are all thinking, how many people can you fit in a pair of underwear?

  More than two!

More than six

More than nine

More than ten

 

Sexy Shot: 

We fit Eleven!  

Merry Christmas from the JONES’