It all started after dinner with my kids last night with a visit to the new home of my former Chilean neighbor (the ex-Pinochet henchman who loves to sing karaoke). They have a six year-old yellow Lab named Max who's a sweetheart, as all yellow Labs are. This is Max attacking his Flintstone-sized rawhide chew, just one item in a stocking I packed with goodies.
Max again. He had that thing halfway chewed down by the time we left a few hours later.
Mrs. JP opening one of her presents. It could've been HST or Dennis Lehane or something having to do with the Romanovs.
Popeye lucked out and got two
stockings this year. This is him in his usual homicidal frenzy after getting one of his catnip-impregnated toys.
I wish I could excite Mrs. JP the way Hunter S. Thompson and Dennis Lehane does.
Before picking up the kids last night, I was wrapping gifts and stuffing stockings. You have no idea how difficult it was to keep Popeye out of his presents.
Before we'd got done opening our presents, our Russian Blue was completely hammered on catnip.
My haul so far this Xmas: A Bob Marley tee shirt, a mousepad declaring we are not a nation founded on Christianity, a couple of refrigerator magnets and a jar of mustard. I can't wait to see what my kids got me.
: This is our blurry, out of focus dinner: A pork loin, Charlene's Cheesy Potatoes, mashed spuds, Brussels sprouts, stuffing, gravy and another excellent Riesling. Other beverages: A couple of Brandy Alexanders, two nippies of Bushmills, coffee. Dessert: Pumpkin pie.
We here at Pottersville wish you all had a safe and merry Christmas. And for those of you in New England... Go Patriots!)