The Days Before Christmas-The Good, The Bad, and The Hideous- Part 2

More Good

Scarlett, Ben and I went to see Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer at Casa Manana.

Ben and Scarlett posed in front of the stage for this picture. 
I had to bribe Scarlett with Skittles.

I should have been more specific on what kind of photo I wanted for that kind of tender.

Scarlett and I were both suffering from some laryngitis during the evening, so Ben was our voice. 

He decided that everyone should learn sign language and Spanish for just such situations.

We also drove by the Chesapeake Building to see the lights. 

The Bad

As mentioned above laryngitis has set in. There are some that may feel that my not being able to speak should not be under the bad category, but then they should stop asking me questions.

These are some of my poinsettias. They are all dropping their leaves. It is driving me crazy. I cannot wait to get rid of them. "Hurry Christmas, hurry fast.

Next is Bailey, the cat. Again, Bailey is not bad. However, he has had no problem taking over. He pretty much tries to boss everyone around. He, also, spills his food when he eats it. Barry has said he is not going to feed Bailey until he eats all the food he has spilt around his dish in the garage. As you can see, Bailey is very concerned.

Now this is really BAD. Little Ava woke up sick this morning. It is no fun being sick at Christmas or anytime. Plus she has a new baby sister coming next week that she is anxious to meet.
She was enjoying the season so much.

The Hideous

Barry is usually complaining that I make him look bad in these posts. So, as you may have noticed, I did write some very nice things about him in some past posts. Then, he complained  that I was writing too many nice things. Whether he believes it or not, I just write what I observe.

You may remember that I was working on a crafty, little bowl made out of paper mache. The project is still not completed, but this is how it looks right now.

First, Barry said, "One day archaeologist are going to find this and say, 'Look, this family had not progressed to using glass, china, or crystal.' "

Then, the next morning as he was walking by, he said, "That is hideous." Obviously, he can't see my vision. 

Not to be outdone on critiques, this morning, I heard Scarlett tell Ben that her orange juice tasted like poison.

Maybe 2011 should be the year of no paper mache and only fresh squeezed orange juice.

Best Wishes to all of you,