Pajama Night. That's Christmas Eve, by the way. Everybody gets pajamas on Christmas Eve. Well, they do if they live in my house... This pic is from last year's Pajama Night. If we open no other presents on Christmas Eve, we always open the very important soft and snuggly ones. The rest can wait.
Cocoa with Buttershots. Oh yes. And for MAXIMUM COCOA INSANITY, make it Bailey's AND Buttershots. Little bit of heaven, is all I'm sayin'...
Roast beef. Yum. I'm talkin' deli slices on crackers and such. That's what I'm looking forward to this evening. And those pickle spears smeared with cream cheese and wrapped in ham. And olives. That's Pajama night food, to me.
Speaking of Bailey...the cats you see in that picture? Bailey and Jack--a couple of the most hilarious dudes, ever. They both have Santa Suits, by the way...
What!?!?!?! They need something to wear on Pajama Night!
The fact that my children like to put clothes on the cats is just too funny. Also hilarious? Most of the other things they do. Those girls make me laugh and smile so much. If there no laughter in all of this hustling, it would hardly be worth it.
The Dalai Lama said: "We can live without religion and meditation, but we cannot survive without human affection." These are the words that ring truest to me, so thank God for small blessings. Even in this time in which it feels like all kindness has left the party--when the dog bites, when the bees sting--there is refuge in these and other things. I'm not sure I remember any year in my life that was ever so difficult as this one. I wasn't kidding when I said I was ready for One Big Wonderful. That doesn't mean I'm not glad that I have all the "little" wonderfuls--they keep me alive.