The pre-Christmas rain made the sand box nice and soupy for over a week. Naturally, Carolyn didn't mind at all.
We looked like winos leaving the grocery store with two bottles in brown paper bags.
I asked Husband if we were going to have chicken wings to ring in the New Year. Then I said, "It's kind of our tradition." Husband apparently had not been advised of said tradition. And then I was thinking, "Whatever, it totally is a tradition, it's documented on my blog and everything, I'll show him!" But then I looked at my blog and it's kind-of-sort-of not documented anywhere.
There's nothing more beautiful than homemade bread. De-licious.
Carolyn is Bat Girl.
Welch's (which really is kind of yucky, but so is alcohol and people celebrate with that all the time).