Ricky’s pretty relaxed about most everything, except when it comes to Christmas trees. It must be real, can only come from a specific nursery, and above all else, must be the biggest one we can get in the house.
Tree tied to the top of sexy SUV
Tree relaxing by the front door while we figure out
how to get it inside.
In the stand, ready for a good fluff.
This is where I usually go shake up a couple martinis and hide out
’til he’s done.
Santa meets an untimely demise
Ricky’s lights worth the wait
I tend to build shrines everywhere. Ricky on the left, me on the right, our four kids up above and wedding bells uniting us all.
Smarmy, I know. It’s Christmas. It’s excused.
Today’s Gay Agenda: Wish Ricky a Merry 10th Christmas together. Where does the time go?