Christmas Day
It was a very low key Christmas, so there's no story to tell, just some random stuff that comes to mind.
I baked a braided bread. It looks kind of scary, but I assure you, it was so delicious we devoured half that loaf in under 60 seconds when it was still hot. Then we had to sleep another 2 hours.

I made Brock Sampson sit still and wait for a bite of hot dog while I took this picture. It made me laugh til I rolled on the floor.

This year's tree is my favorite so far. I am so reluctant to take it down, I am not going to do so until the tree has died. With diligence, I could probably keep it going another month.

The deer ornament is my favorite.

Phillip was super busy and made extreme progress on renovating the bottom floor. He is a man of great industry. And hotness.

That's about all except I'll get to see my nieces in a couple of days and give them their presents. I hate it when the holidays are over. The next few months are just a long of stretch of grey skies, ice storms and tax deadlines. I can't remember the last time we had a real snow in these parts, but I don't blame that global warming hoax. I blame THIS GUY!

Heat Miser has been cleverly diverting the attention of the scientific community toward fossil fuel burning and pollution since the 70's, leaving him free and undetected to turn up the heat all over the globe. Well played, sir.
I baked a braided bread. It looks kind of scary, but I assure you, it was so delicious we devoured half that loaf in under 60 seconds when it was still hot. Then we had to sleep another 2 hours.

I made Brock Sampson sit still and wait for a bite of hot dog while I took this picture. It made me laugh til I rolled on the floor.
This year's tree is my favorite so far. I am so reluctant to take it down, I am not going to do so until the tree has died. With diligence, I could probably keep it going another month.

The deer ornament is my favorite.
Phillip was super busy and made extreme progress on renovating the bottom floor. He is a man of great industry. And hotness.
That's about all except I'll get to see my nieces in a couple of days and give them their presents. I hate it when the holidays are over. The next few months are just a long of stretch of grey skies, ice storms and tax deadlines. I can't remember the last time we had a real snow in these parts, but I don't blame that global warming hoax. I blame THIS GUY!

Heat Miser has been cleverly diverting the attention of the scientific community toward fossil fuel burning and pollution since the 70's, leaving him free and undetected to turn up the heat all over the globe. Well played, sir.
