Same old new year

Goth girls are terrorizing a pool at a motel somewhere in Rancho Cordova. Ashby and I have ordered a pizza that they wouldn't touch with a ten-foot pole and are on our respective electronic devices on opposite ends of the sofa, happily sitting out the hour-long wait for delivery. We're drinking a better-than-decent local wine out of outrageously fabulous glasses. The house is warm, the dog snoring, cats are sleeping on a blanket on a chair. I guess things could be better, but they'd have to really try.

Santa Davey

Santa Davey, originally uploaded by kellye_smith.

Dave at the perfect intersection of homage to Dali and just plain creepy.

Bad idea

So, despairing, as I frequently am, of the girls eating vegetables on any kind of regular basis, I proposed the following change in our family snacking habits.
My suggestion is that anytime we’re mindlessly snacking in front of the tv, it should be on fruits or vegetables. And the chips and cookies and ice cream can still be there, just not as mindlessly inhaled. Just an idea, mind you.

Emily said, “Mom, nothing personal, but I hope your idea drives into a ditch and dies alone.”

Sure, she probably stole it from some dumb tv show, but the delivery? Perfect.