Slightly adapted from an email I sent to my aunt
The kids ate almost all their Christmas candy and brushed their teeth with their new battery-powered toothbrushes. (The Baby Nickel carries his singing toothbrush around like it's a portable radio.)
They didn’t like the chocolate-covered pretzel sticks I made them, but they did like their new socks.
Mr. Handsome made a ham, and I burned the ham and the bread.
We stacked wood.
Yo-Yo (accidentally) took out the front porch's middle post with the mower.
Mr. Handsome threw a log on my hand and I have the purple knuckle to prove it.
We ate the ham, which was delicious.
We played games and read books.
The kids went to bed and I listed more jewelry on etsy while Mr. Handsome watched a Harry Potter movie with headphones on. Sexy.
This same time, years previous: windows at dusk-time