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| Monday, December 26, 2005 I keep saying I'm not going to worry about dieting until after New Years', which worked out really well yesterday because when you make a Christmas dinner for two people what you end up with is a lot of food. I made a ham smothered in a honey glaze, which - let's face it, I could have just eaten the glaze with a spoon and been happy, but it turns out pig + sugar = v. good; I made mashed sweet potatoes and sausage/apple/cranberry stuffing; I made apple crumble for dessert. And as a special holiday treat both Dog and Cat were allowed to eat leftover ham skin pieces until they too were immobilized by a honey-baked hebetude, and then we all lay in front of the television belching. We had a great visit with my family in Port Angeles on Friday, where Riley attracted the instant loyalty of my aunt's wiener dog Charlie (bless his tiny German soul, he kept near the baby the entire time, keeping a vigilant eye on all who approached). When we returned home on Christmas Eve, JB and I had nachos for dinner, which I officially declare a fine holiday tradition to be repeated for years to come. Hey, some people celebrate the birth of Jesus, some people celebrate the existence of salsa-flavored Cheez-Whiz. Today we're purging the house of all Christmas decor; I love the holidays but when it's over, it's over, and it's time to kick the tree to the curb ("So special, then bam - it's on the side of the road, tinsel still clinging to it, like a sex crime victim, underwear inside out, bound with electrical tape") and store away the Bahh Humbug Pooping Sheep Jelly Bean Dispenser until next December. Man, just one more week until we both go back to work and life kicks into a new gear. :::
Leaving the ferry dock at Edmonds.
The sky over the Sound.
My mom's dog Cassie, a sweet Corgi/collie/something mix.
Riley under the watchful gaze of Charlie.
Riley is super interested in toys now, especially this turtle.
Christmas morning at our house.
This hat is the only thing that kept me from putting the boy on eBay when he randomly woke up at 4 AM this morning. "Remember the stripey hat," I told myself as I lumbered out of bed. "Right now you want to feed him to starving wolves, but just remember that he looks really cute in the stripey hat."
JB and I trying out the self-timer camera function. Not pictured: the 85930594768192 other shots that captured one of us blinking.
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