So here we are in full Christmas mode (happy Soulstice by the way) My father has managed, true to form, to squeeze a ful sized douglas fir into our comparitively smaller living room. If you don't hear from me in a week its because I have been buried in an avalanche of pine-needles. Or fir needles I guess. And my aunt's most precious 12 year old dog swallowed a popsicle stick last night, reaffirming the distinction between DOG TREATS and POPSICLES. So my mom was on the phone with her on and off trying to talk her through the dilemma. Because when in doubt, one calls Leigh, not the vet. (please don't live by this rule, my mother has enough siblings without you too)
Not a whole lot else has happened around here. Here's a picture of baseball guys fighting.