"NYAH, THAT STORM WILL MISS US."

Famous last words, eh?  Take a look.

SO, WHAT ARE YOUR PLANS FOR NEW YEAR'S EVE?

4 P.M. SUNDAY AFTERNOON.

Here's where I'll be celebrating tomorrow night.  At home.

For those of you going out to make fools of yourself in public, enjoy!

Even a Gratuitous Critter knows when to hole up with a warm blanky.

AS 2012 DRAWS TO A CLOSE . . .

Even the Gratuitious Critter seems optimistic.

A THREATENING SKY

This dark threatening sky greeted me yesterday morning.

(By the way, I don't know why it has those sort of oil painting smears.  I didn't do anything to the pictures.)

At any rate, it lived up to its threat.  A little later as I came out of a store the air was filled with snow pellets, b.b. sized dry pellets.  I quickly learned that my fancy new car with all the bells and whistles does NOT have a rear window wiper.  But thankfully it does have a defroster.

The skies threatened most of the day and the temperature hung in the upper 30's/lower 40's.  I talked to one young woman at the pharmacy who said she had grown up here but she didn't like the cold, snowy weather.  "I wish it was summer again," she said.

I agree.

CHRISTMAS DINNER . . ONE DAY LATE

SWMBO fixed a big brunch at about midday on Christmas.  Consequently when it came time to start dinner we both admitted we had no appetites.  So we put it off a day and had some Sloppy Joe sandwiches that night.

But yesterday we watched our intake through the day and we were ready.  SWMBO's creation was a stuffed pork loin roast.

It came out of the oven looking beautiful and it was even better once it was sliced.

I can attest to the fact that it was delicious, especially when accompanied by some roasted petite Brussels sprouts, pureed sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes and gravy (gravy not shown, sorry), salad and a nice glass of Cabernet Sauvignon.

Hmmm, only 363 days until Christmas again!

A VERY QUIET CHRISTMAS

SWMBO and I journeyed to the home of the BRD last night and enjoyed our traditional Christmas Eve with her and Beau Jack.  The usual meal, steak and lobster, was delicious as always.  Some gift opening, more than a bit of liquid cheer and lots of laughter.  It was a very pleasant evening.

After that Christmas Day is slow and quiet here.

The yule log is burning warmly on my television screen.

Morning naps, brunch, probably more naps, drinks and dinner later. My kind of day.  Hope yours is pleasant, as well.

MERRY CHRISTMAS

The BRD (Beautiful Rich Daughter) and her dog, Wrigley, are ready for Christmas.  

May all of your holidays be as merry as theirs.

Gratuitous Critter picture follows.

" . . . while visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads . . ."