The holiday spirit has finally pervaded the
Haus of
Eville. The tree is up and twinkling ... even though it has about 1/4 the ornaments it usually does, and all of them are plastic or paper or cloth so The Minion doesn't destroy them. No presents under the tree this year - for the same reason.
We went and had pictures with Santa today. The Minion threw an unholy fit and refused to sit by himself, so we ended up with a nice family picture. Doubly nice since
POF had agreed to go with us. We have very few photos of all three of us together, so that was a nice bonus.
Then we went and got a pizza and The Minion sat in the booth with
POF like a little adult and ate his "
peetzee". So damn cute it's just ridiculous.
With a fire in the fireplace, and a weenie dog under the tree, life is good. (Jerry is scared of the evil fire in the fireplace and won't even be in the living room unless I am. Then he hides as far away from the fireplace as possible. Currently, that's on the other side of the room - under the tree - with the couch blocking any possible view of the crackling scariness. He's such a
wittle girl sometimes)
And in totally unrelated news, I am waiting on pins and needles for the premiere of The
Hasselhoffs this weekend on A&E. It's pretty much guaranteed to be a
train wreck you can't look away from, and I can't wait!