Goodbye nose neighbor, hello December!

How the Sam Hill is it already December? I don’t know, but I like it.

I like it because it’s totally acceptable to bust out the Christmas playlist. I like it because I get to go back to the US in 21 days to see family and friends. I like it because I get to wrap presents using my mom’s gift wrapping station. (There’s something so liberating about just leaving the tape and scissors and rolls of paper right there until you need them again. No hunting around for labels or Scotch tape or wrapping paper that isn’t covered in engagement rings. You must try it someday.)

I like it because people seem happier, jollier, friendlier. I like it because I feel more generous and helpful and so damn cheery.  I like it because of all the holiday parties. I like it because you get free rein to eat and drink yourself silly. I like it because you get to put things off until January and no one judges you. I like it because we finally get to watch National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation after quoting it all year round. (“You serious, Clark?”)

I could go on and on. I really do love December, but now I like it even more because it means Scott can shave off this ridiculous moustache he’s grown for Movember.

Since it was his last day of being a “Mo Bro”, Scott sported the Ned Flanders look today:

(When sending this photo from my phone to my email, I accidentally selected the email address for the woman who does my taxes in the US. I did a lot of panicked stabbing at the screen. No, no, abort, abort! She may or may not have received a blank email with just this photo of Scott. I don’t even want to think about it.)