The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

Hubby Love and I are fond of tradition {well, as traditional as a couple can get in three whole years of marriage}. Every winter of our wedded bliss, we have gone out for a special Christmas date. Tonight we celebrated our fourth annual Holiday Dinner Date. What scrumptious delicacies grace our palates, you may ask?

~Christmas ham? Nah. Nothing so predictable.
~Tenderly roasted turkey? Have mercy, I just pulled a 10-hour shift.
~Christmas goose? Gettting warmer...

The link below reveals not only our choice of Christmas Date cuisine, but another gleefully anticipated holiday tradition and one of American cinema's finest offerings. {We may or may not sing along--per tradition, of course.}

Should I feel bad?

So I freely admit that this was directly stolen from friends (Katie says you are only as good as the sources from which you steal) but my brother gave me his password to his blog. In the end he had a post and background that people were calling him up to ask him about. His wife now has a contract out for me and possibly for him. I still can only laugh and in memory of the background say "I pity the fool" who gives out his password.

Bad Day at Work

So while we are on vacation we were laughing at this video. Sure glad I don't have to go to work until next year.

Be gentle...it's our first time

Mia esposo and I are on a mighty vacation.  Splendid time to embark on a momentous occasion:

Toasty posts?

Post toasties?

Bloggity blog blog blog?

We discussed ad nauseum whether or not to jump on the blog bandwagon.  

• Will anyone but Mom read this?  (Mom, rest assured that you are awesome.)  
  
• Is this going to get offensive?  (If anyone is reading this, rest assured--probably so.)
  
• Do we have the time to dedicate to high quality posts? (Nah, but I am a firm proponent of a little quality quiet time in the blogosphere. Very soothing.)
• Does this count as journaling? (Well, hot dang--we can check off that prophetic counsel for posterity.  But I don't know if the kitty knows the url.)

And yet, here we are.  Gotta keep up with the times, folks.  Spine-chilling adventures to follow.