I let the kids decide on every item on our menu for Christmas dinner. They did a good job and picked very appropriate Christmas foods, right down to the Mountain Dew in wine glasses.
This is what happens to people after they eat a turkey. Jus' makes 'em tar'd. It's the turkey's final revenge. Totally fair.
The kids left this afternoon to have Christmas with their dad, so I am now on Alone Time. So far so good.
When I'm home alone, there's no one to talk to in my Grapes of Wrath accent. But it's awright. S'pose I wore my brains out. I think the next book I read needs to have proper grammar.