This Is Christmas

I am so full. To celebrate Christmas, I basically drove from one town to another and ate all their food. I hope you had a similar day full of family and friends and cheese and joy and turkey and laughter and cookies.

Breakfast at Mom's:















Then to Dad's for the afternoon:














If you think you see a French Bulldog with a cone on her head, you are correct. That is a French Bulldog with a cone on her head.




We did this at Thanksgiving ... might as well do one for Christmas, too. The following is a series we like to call "When Dad Pours the Drinks."


























Real resilience is using neon icing when you can't find the Christmas colors.














Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to all of you who read my blog (Mom. Dad [sometimes]. Stranger in India. You know who you are.)