Ok that is enough nostalgia for last year.
Before I go on, I must say "American Pie" just finished playing on the radio. I turned it up and sang along. There are some advantages to living alone, although Pie did not appear to appreciate my singing. Is that because I have a horrible voice, or because I was confusing her with saying her name but not looking at her? Probably both.
Concentration is key to yummy Christmas cookies. As is icing thick enough to induce a diabetic coma with one bite. What would a diabetic comma look like? Would you be in a semi-circle?
After (or maybe during) making the cookies I put the dogs out the back and Fancy stepped onto the first step of the pool to get a tennis ball and this is what happened to her.
After icing the cookies and taking weird pictures of Fancy, we went to our traditional Christmas Eve dinner at Pizza Hut. This is truly a tradition and has been happening for at least 10 years.
Then it was off to almost Midnight Mass. Almost Midnight because it is at 10 o'clock. Read "Doomsday Book" by Connie Willis if you would like to know what Midnight Mass was like in the Middle Ages. However, be warned that it is a sad book. As you can see from our picture, we were not thinking of the sad book at this time.
For real excitement, here is a picture of me and the 3 Dogs and the coat/ jacket I wore to church. I think Mom said a coat is long and a jacket is short. Or maybe it is the other way. I didn't wear the hood at church.
And here is Kurt playing with my camera while waiting for dinner to be served.
According to the Sled Drivers (the pilots of the SR-71 Blackbirds) "on a clear day you could see forever..." We are not flying on the edge of space in the fastest air breathing manned jet ever built (and designed with a slide ruler) but it was still quite a nice view.
I hope this long blah (opps, "blog") post will sustain you for a few days because it will be a few days before my Internet is up and running at my new place. Until then, have a Happy and Safe New Year!!