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I am a Holiday Bejeweled wreck. Someone call a 12 step program!
I trust everyone had a joyous holiday season? We did. Mil and her husband came over, as did Bil and his fiance. Centerpunch and I cooked ham, taters, sweet taters, green beans and bread. I also put together a veggie tray, made deviled eggs, and made 2 pumpkin and one apple pie. It was, and still is, yummy. We have company coming this weekend from WA state -- people we also knew in Misawa -- and hopefully, between our three and their five, we can wipe out the rest of the leftovers.
I got some good family pictures, but I'll have to wait to post them to make sure that everyone agrees to allow me to do so. Some of our family members are extremely paranoid about the internet. If I get the permission of all involved, I'll post the photos on flickr.
As a holiday surprise, Centerpunch spent about three days combing every liquor store in Missoula, and finally found the only one that carries absinthe, imported from France, and costing a mid-sized fortune. Whoa! That stuff is completely dangerous, and tasty. It tastes like black liquorice with a set of choppers like you wouldn't believe. The choppers don't hurt, mind you. By the time you realized you've been bitten, you really don't care.
I noticed that with 2 shots of absinthe (you mix it with sugar and water), I giggle like I'm three. Beer, wine, Jack Daniels, Baileys -- they all just make me a little sleepy.
When Centerpunch asked me, "So, how do you feel?" I giggled.
When Jet came up begging for loves, I scratched her head and giggled. It was all very funny.
I eventually had to retreat to the bedroom and sleep it off, as I absolutely WILL NOT let Bunny Zero see me inordinately pissed. He's seen me tipsy, but not absent on absinthe.
I've decided that I like absinthe, and it will be reserved for very, very rare occasions, when Bunny is with his grandparents. Danger, Will Robinson!
On a less-than-cheery note, Jet will be going to the vet on Monday for x-rays to evaluate her hips. She walks stiff-legged sometimes. I think it is because we have hardwood floors, and she's fallen, so she's totally paranoid. The vet is of the opinion that only three things will cause a stiff-legged gait -- spinal injury, arthritis, or hip dysplasia. She doesn't seem like she's hurting. She has no problems getting up from the floor, no problems chasing the bird as long as you have will to throw it. She has no problems hiking with us. Anyway, please keep my girl-baby in your thoughts and prayers, if you believe in such.
I trust everyone had a joyous holiday season? We did. Mil and her husband came over, as did Bil and his fiance. Centerpunch and I cooked ham, taters, sweet taters, green beans and bread. I also put together a veggie tray, made deviled eggs, and made 2 pumpkin and one apple pie. It was, and still is, yummy. We have company coming this weekend from WA state -- people we also knew in Misawa -- and hopefully, between our three and their five, we can wipe out the rest of the leftovers.
I got some good family pictures, but I'll have to wait to post them to make sure that everyone agrees to allow me to do so. Some of our family members are extremely paranoid about the internet. If I get the permission of all involved, I'll post the photos on flickr.
As a holiday surprise, Centerpunch spent about three days combing every liquor store in Missoula, and finally found the only one that carries absinthe, imported from France, and costing a mid-sized fortune. Whoa! That stuff is completely dangerous, and tasty. It tastes like black liquorice with a set of choppers like you wouldn't believe. The choppers don't hurt, mind you. By the time you realized you've been bitten, you really don't care.
I noticed that with 2 shots of absinthe (you mix it with sugar and water), I giggle like I'm three. Beer, wine, Jack Daniels, Baileys -- they all just make me a little sleepy.
When Centerpunch asked me, "So, how do you feel?" I giggled.
When Jet came up begging for loves, I scratched her head and giggled. It was all very funny.
I eventually had to retreat to the bedroom and sleep it off, as I absolutely WILL NOT let Bunny Zero see me inordinately pissed. He's seen me tipsy, but not absent on absinthe.
I've decided that I like absinthe, and it will be reserved for very, very rare occasions, when Bunny is with his grandparents. Danger, Will Robinson!
On a less-than-cheery note, Jet will be going to the vet on Monday for x-rays to evaluate her hips. She walks stiff-legged sometimes. I think it is because we have hardwood floors, and she's fallen, so she's totally paranoid. The vet is of the opinion that only three things will cause a stiff-legged gait -- spinal injury, arthritis, or hip dysplasia. She doesn't seem like she's hurting. She has no problems getting up from the floor, no problems chasing the bird as long as you have will to throw it. She has no problems hiking with us. Anyway, please keep my girl-baby in your thoughts and prayers, if you believe in such.