Tada.

To be perfectly honest, I wish I could have found nice clowns. At least these ones are honest. Neil says he likes his clown pants, which ruined everything and made me tell him that he's practically John Wayne Gacy, after which he made THIS face at me:

And I am still trying to figure out what it means.

The love of my life.

The really great news is that my parents got me a sewing machine. This is great for the following two reasons, which are: a)I will be able to MAKE Neil's Christmas pants and b) I am a terrible seamster. (FYI I couldn't write sew-er without calling myself a terrible sewer). Anyhow, the point here is that I can now give Neil poorly sewn, super unique pants!! Maybe I'll sew ruffles onto his clown pants, or maybe I'll sew the arms of his tshirts all shut.