wednesday night was our traditional christmas eve dinner. no longer the feast of the seven fishes. one, because i don't think i know how to cook seven different kinds of fish and two, because the poor fishies are not very popular with the masses. so into the gravy we dived. and then opened presents with the family. there were gift cards and boots, fish tanks and makeup, tee shirts and head bands, picture frames and contact lenses, pj's and pompom makers, candy and paddle balls, scarves and 'snowman poops', bath salts and breath mints, dresses and sweaters, 'reindeer noses' and bottles of wine, coasters and candy canes, 'christmas tree seeds' and laptop fans, garlic presses and salt cellars. say all that three times fast.
thursday, kidlet and i tore into our stockings, discussed eating breakfast, passed on that idea and went straight for the presents. lots of goodies on our sleigh. no photos. i know. i know. but for once, i just wanted to focus on the fun and not the camera. i will take some shots later but my favorite was my crocheted minion slippers from you know who.
lee came over for christmas dinner and joanie sat with us while we noshed . . . she had her own family dinner yet to come. so there was prime rib with gravy, oven roasted taters, sauteed mushrooms, brussel sprouts, asparagus, salad, rolls and butter, and lee brought baked apple slices, fresh fruit and deviled eggs. and oh those deviled eggs. i ate six before dinner. and then an open fire and s'mores. oh and a little alcohol. note to self: do not ask kidlet to make the drinks. wobble. wobble. and then jen, tim and 'd' dropped by. madness and mayhem, i wouldn't change a thing.
only because i have a penchant for lunacy, do i share this with you:
2 comments:
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! Sounds perfect.
Good thing you had a designated cinematographer.
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