The Black Hood.
We've wanted just an old, reliable, semi-beatup pickup truck for a while. One that could haul stuff around and serve as a second vehicle when the need arose (it's too cold to ride Pepe in the winter, thus the need has arose), and Black Hood was the answer. We got him from a gangster kid up in Layton who had had him for about a year but wanted a more intimidating car. Apparently Honda Civics provide the aspiring gangster with a degree of street cred the Ford Ranger just can't.
We currently call him The Black Hood, though I am looking for a different name, maybe one that doesn't sound like an unimaginative pro-wrestler from the 70's. I would love any suggestions you might have. I kind of like "The Flying Dutchman".
Oh yeah, and remind me someday to write a post on how funny it is for a kid from any Utah town to be a gangster. Except maybe for my homeboys in West Valley. And a couple places in Ogden. Word.
Anyways, Christmas was a lot of fun. We didn't take many pics, so here are the three I thought would be most interesting on a blog. Don't get your hopes up though.
Here are Grandma and Grandpa subjecting their dog to the barbaric and inhumane practice of dressing her up in a little doggy Santa suit. Notice Katie's apathy to the gruesome scene.
I should probably mention that I was the one who bought the little doggy Santa suit.
Here are Katie and I walking in a winter wonderland. She let us hike for about 5 minutes before whining so bad we had to go home.
A broader view of the aforementioned winter wonderland. I told you not to get your hopes up.
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