Greetles

Christmas is a time for eating giant toasted ants...

Ok, I’m not done shopping or anything near it, but I haven’t really had time for Christmas panic this year. Maybe it’s because I’m getting so old, maybe because the call to hibernate has been too strong, maybe it’s because my credit card squeals with pain every time I use it… a combination of factors, I suppose you could say. Anyway, I head down to the sticks tomorrow afternoon and I set up camp there for Christmas. I will see friends and family, eat and drink too much, and sleep my head off, so it really is my favourite time of the year, despite all the grousing. If any of you find yourselves in Sunny Kildare over the break, give me a shout – I may or may not be dressed, but we still receive guests while flopping around in pyjamas and slippers, so it’s all good. If I don’t see you, have a wonderful Christmas (and Chanukah!) and a very Happy New Year. x

JAPW part two

She came back! We didn’t scare her off after the last time! She brought the band along too. And I still love her…

In other news… CHRISTMAS PANIC! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

In better news, I was so very happy to hear of the arrival of baby Naomi Denise last Wednesday. 6 pounds and 13 ounces of beautiful little girl. Much love to Mom and Dad (Arwen and Uri) – keep those photos coming!