S to the I to the M to the P

One of the kids' favorite Christmas presents was a Phineas and Ferb CD.  Two of them actually (CD's, not kids.)  And they've been listened to an awful lot (read "pretty much constantly") over here.  And the songs.  Oh, the songs.  They are stuck in my head. 

So much so that while Zach and I were at Home Depot today, I started singing "Oh, Perrrrrryyyyy.  You're extraordinary.  You're kinda short and hairy.  The color of a blueberry.  So come home, Perry, come home."  And "Oh Perry. I think its kinda scary I can't find you any where-y.  It fills me with dispair-y.  Oh Perry.  I'm allergic to dairy.  I'm gonna move to the prairie . . . and change my name to Larry."  And . . . well, you get the picture.

So as I was sitting down to add a few more pictures from our Christmas vacation, all I could think was "S to the I to the M to the P.  I've got SQUIRRELS in my pants!"

And I'll leave my Christmas blogging for another day.