I fully intended to blog over the holiday, post corny pictures, and bore you with various up-to-the-minute details regarding everything from large cuts of beef to not having any baking soda on hand and thus being unable to bake Tollhouse cookies at midnight last night, the way I wanted to. Without exaggerating too terribly much I will say that I was basically hijacked at scissor point and thrown into a pool filled not with water—oh, no—but with rolls and rolls of wrapping paper, a plentiful supply of ribbon and tape, and little glittery tags. Someone stood on the edge of the pool whipping me with tinsel at inapproriate intervals and yelling, "Wrap! Wrap faster! Wrap prettier! You.call. that. a.
bow?!"
Ay, yay, yay.
As my way of making amends, I post yet another picture of my children, this time standing on the steps of the War Memorial Opera House just prior to taking in their first
Nutcracker. A light sprinkle of artificial snow drifted over us as we walked through the doors, a lovely way to start a special night.
I hope you all enjoyed yourselves, and your family, and your friends.
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