Oh my shit, I have finally been shown The Way when it comes to Christmas ornaments.
Longtime readers o' this blog will be well aware of my family's need to hang oysters, outhouses, and pickles on our Christmas tree each year.
But we have nothing, NOTHING, that can compare to the sheer eyemeltingness of … of … oh, I just can't say it. You'll have to see for yourself. It's hilarious, wonderful, terrible, and shames my family's pickle.
I bet none of you have ever used the phrase "shames my family's pickle" before. I may have just made etymological history. Go me!
"Thanks" to Derryl Murphy's excellent Cold Ground blog for the link.
