Sunday

I love Sundays. At least today I do. I wonder how many people know how good it is to watch Independence Day (or I guess more listen to it than watch), heating pad on lower back, heating cat on belly, pom pom slipper socks on, (be careful whilst walking in them, because of Midge the Pom Pom Queen), while reading "The Long Winter" by Laura Ingalls Wilder, all the while thinking how nice it would be to take a nap soon?

The Saturday night church thing with Dad works out pretty well. Except that Dad thinks that church is on Sunday a.m. and if you set a beautiful, steaming bowl of stew in front of him after Saturday night church, he looks at you like you are bonkers and says . . . "I want pancakes, or waffles, or doughnuts!" LOL  What a hoot.

Dad got a Christmas card from Uncle Jim that he loves. I've caught Dad smiling over it several times. Seems Uncle Jim sent dad some brotherly advice about rooting for Notre Dame, sticking with the White Sox, and voting republican! 

Wind chill -16 tomorrow night! What the heck. I'm so glad the county voted to close the courthouse on Christmas Eve and I do not have to go in to work! Woo hoo!

Cooking brisket again for Christmas. I've decided we are more a brisket family than a prime rib family. I really don't think anyone that knows us would argue about that!

I know it was just a matter of time before Midgie caught herself one of  my pompoms!

Kay :)