Here I am laughing at the Camel falling on the audience in a live nativity scene.
Then I start to feel guilty about laughing about the potential of people getting hurt by this camel falling on everyone.
Maybe you've seen this going around on Facebook? The utter conflict of it all--wondering if you should bust a gut laughing or just send a donation to help clean up the mess...
Here's Sara. We did a million things while she was here, and at this moment, I have screaming teenagers playing some game that involves spoons. It's 11: 42 p.m. Now they are throwing oranges around. That was the pre-cursor to the game called, "Don't touch the trashcan"..
Let's just say this. The "trashcan" was our ottoman, which is now referred to as "the evil ottoman".. I'll let you piece the details of that story together.
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