Yule, Y'all

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Merry Christmas from the tropics. By which I mean Atlanta. It's hotter than hell. To that end I'm sitting in my mother's kitchen in a tank top, drinking prosecco. As you will.

Here's how hot it is.  I caught this guy watching me wrap presents yesterday:



We all had a good Christmas. From the dogs on up.

Personally, I need a nap.

Which is what happens when you hit the prosecco at 2PM.

I still miss my Dad.

But I'm going to be OK.

Merry, merry.

A


Comments

Chuck Baudelaire said…
It was 75 degrees in Dallas today. I still wore my new Christmas sweater because Christmas sweater. I a couple of days it will be 45 degrees and raining. I might wear shorts. I hope you have had a very Merry Christmas, my Sister from Another Mister.
December 25, 2015 at 5:55 PM
Bill the Butcher said…
What on earth is a prosecco? (Or in Atlanta, assuming that's on earth.)
December 25, 2015 at 10:44 PM
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