Traveling in Relative Hell.
Today, we were Oslo. Much like the Obamas vacationing yearly in Hawaii, apparently Santa comes a few hours South to Norway for his holiday. Initially, I thought Thor had gone to seed with the carb-laden cruise buffets, but Santa recognized my sister, Dev, as one of his former workers, so it was his jolliness. We spent time at the Viking Museum looking at the old ships, the Olympic ski jump, and the Vigneland Sculpture Park. Pictured here is the lesser known Olympic sport of naked children juggling. We passed the Noble Museum. Scott tried to persuade the tour guide that he should get the Noble Peace Prize for dealing with my family all week. Since his rage can melt icebergs, he was denied.
Rubber Chicken 