oh hey, friday! (except it's actually thursday...getting ready to post this up on friday.)

i have to get my post written because there is a 1000% chance i won't be available to whip up a post tonight...or in the morning.

you see...farmer and i are headed to the city for an annual christmas party thrown by the company he worked for...you know...before he decided to buy a farm.

but my farmer's former employer, bob, is quite the fella and he keeps inviting us back year after year. (this may or may be because i somehow manage to make a fool of myself each year. we'll see what shakes out tonight.)

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    1 | as mentioned above...we've gone to this party for several years now, and it never disappoints. but the party year (2011) i'm featuring today was maybe my very most favorite.

    it took place at a swanky restaurant in downtown boise. all party attendees take over the wine cellar with our own bartender...of course. and what happens when you have your own bartender? you take over the bar...obviously.

    2 | there is always a white elephant gift exchange. this particular year an abraham lincoln bust was the guest of honor. and he was CREEPY. he just kept making weird demands...

    like, "give me your drink." and "here, put this blindfold on." and "take me to the bathroom."

    abraham gets what abraham wants. 

    3 | my farmer was also featured on one of the gifts. it's a picture of my farmer on a t-shirt making a face of a guy who makes a face. then one of my farmer's co-workers/friend put on the t-shirt and made the face...you follow? it's not pretty.
    4 | and what's a christmas party without a little arm wrestling? i'll tell you what it's not. it's not a party, mmmk? and guess what...i totally won. i'm not sure how...maybe it was liquid strength, but i brought the heat.
    5 | what i'm saying is...my farmer and i have the very best time each year and we're so thankful we keep getting invited back. it's a wonderful opportunity to get dressed up, drink a little too much, eat really yummy food, hang out with fabulous people...and fall asleep at the dinner table. i think i fell asleep at the dinner table...right after these shots were taken. not my finest moment.
    happy friday all y'all. send me some advil...and gatorade.

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