My sisters all had a very good attitude about it, though. "It was memorable!" Beth said. Indeed, it was: the year we couldn't see shit, but we had a great time anyway!

And I actually measured this on a map: the fireworks footage you see here is about 500 feet (152 meters) away from the base of the Space Needle.

We truly thought maybe they didn't even launch the drones, but I learned later that they did—we just couldn't see them through the fog. As you can see here, we could barely see the fireworks, and I had taken us closer to the Space Needle than I ever stand in an effort to see better!

He also told me around a hundred flights each day have been canceled because of zero visibility. DUE TO SMOG. I never heard of such a thing. He's going to be breathing that shit for three weeks, and his mom actually *lives* with it.

Steven said “You’re flaming!” and because I didn’t see him there, I quickly turned my head—and Steven quickly added, “I don’t mean you Matthew.”

WELL WHY NOT

These aren’t reindeer. They’re elk! Come on, sheesh.

Today is my first day back to work from my Christmas time off, and this gift was waiting for me on my desk. He might as well have beautifully gift wrapped literal garbage, but I guess I have to respect commitment to a bit.

In spite of my insistence that these are terrible movies, he asks me over and over whether I've watched them—it's gone on so long that recently I straight up told him "Your favorite movies are the dumbest shit imaginable." Harsh? I suppose, maybe.