Eleanor came downstairs on New Year’s Eve and handed me this:
Arguably one of the better uses for googly eyes.
Meanwhile, our New Year’s Eve included a thrilling smash-up of the gingerbread house:
. . . however, this was kind of anti-climactic since everyone in the family (except me) had ALREADY PICKED THE GOOD CANDY OFF THE HOUSE. When I was growing up, the gingerbread house was hands off until it was smashed. In Brian’s family, gingerbread houses are slowly picked to death. Since I’m the only one who subscribes to the former philosophy instead of the latter, it was a losing fight and that house was hardly worth the bowl it rested in afterwards.
We also popped British “crackers” (although I did not wear my hat, because I hate wearing those paper hats).
The evening was spent eating chocolates and putting together a “Wonders of the World” jigsaw puzzle, which we didn’t get to photograph before Katie wrecked it. Happy New Year!
Casa Camisas 