We bundled up. Cleveland was nice and warm after a winter coat intervention.
ONCE; a magical night. Thanks Bren!
Just the right amount of white stuff came down on Christmas Eve. While Cleveland cared for her patients' health at the hospital and joked about the possibility that with all those cookies in the break room someone was trying to send the nursing staff into diabetic shock, the boys had Yahtzee on their minds.
A lot of money was at stake!
Happiness is fleeting. Sometimes you have to take a zero in Yahtzee and just breathe through it.
Christmas morning dawned.
Is it a shirt?
Hot Buttered Soul for the turntable.
Some of our stash.
Oh, it's a Sanuk!
Wrapping courtesy of Aromatherapy, Huntington, NY
What is that?
Pat winding down.
Bon Bons Chocolatier.....no wonder I sit around and eat bon bons all day, the Primate supplies me.
I worked all night......can I go to bed now?
Help, a lobster is attacking me.
No it is just a lobster glove for biking.
We ate, enjoyed the primate's dishwashing skills, got a lesson in bartending from Hil, and Tamara (send me a picture, I forgot to get one of you) arrived to shake things up.
It's a phone, but how does it work?
And the celebrating continued a few nights later with Carla and Linda. Yeah, I don't make breakfast or lunch, but dinner is often on the table.
This year the Primate and I chased hot air balloons.
Genevieve and Jackie (not shown) taught me how to hug.