Home again, home again, feeling like a fat pig, which is a very pleasant thing, actually

What a wonderful Christmas visit we had!

We ate all sorts of wonderful Christmas food at Frank’s… pork roast, taco soup, homemade kolaches, casino buffet, all my favorites really…

We got tons of nice presents including books and movies and lottery tickets and pliers and sweaters and socks and jams and soaps and even a tire gauge…

Weds and Mitch put on a great mystery dinner at “La Speranza,” aka Mitch’s fabulous apartment in big-city Houston… everyone dressed up and played along, including Monique and the Foxes…

We saw War Horse, which was in fact the low point of the whole thing. I cried like a baby, but I still have a crick in my neck from Spielberg’s heavy hand whacking me across the forehead…

Pat and I went gambling at L’Auberge, and we both walked away winners. I got the slot machine into some kind of free bonus spin mode and ended up basically sitting there while it made money for me…

We really enjoyed seeing everybody, but we’re also glad to be back in construction central. Cosette did fine with her new petsitter Mark (sorry Lena… but if you decide to move your legal practice to Vermont you can also have your old Cosette-sitter job back any time!!)

We ate to blissful excess, and the New Year’s resolution is looming. We’ve found a pool/spa we like, so we have one less excuse.