Where I stood, in my Christmas slippers

Looking at the still undecorated and unlit tree.   We’ll get to it.  

Meanwhile, Mark has a well deserved rest, and Rhythm has an undeserved rest.  

Harmony pauses between trouble making.

As you know, on Christmas eve the animals are given the gift of speech at midnight.   I waited patiently to see what my cats had to say.   At the stroke of midnight, they pointed at each other and said, in unison, “She did it.”   That’s all I got out of them.

In other news, if you are interested in a picture of my husband from 1990, there is one on Ebay, believe it or not.   Even I’m not willing to spring $10, and I love him!   Click here if you want to see it.

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