An update of the utmost quickness:
I was laid flat last week with the worst of stomach bugs. We’ve been lucky the past couple years to have escaped some of the nastier ones, but this year…ouch. Big J and I had it in the worst way. I’ll spare your the gory, but I’m still a little weak and did not have much of an appetite for the feast on Thursday, understandably.
We hosted this year’s festivities; in fact I called my sister and mom the day before they were to arrive (Monday) and told them to wait at least a day so they might avoid catching the grossness.
Dinner was mostly a success as result of the saving grace of gravy; the bird was dry and I managed to glue-up the potatoes as well–really I am lacking in the culinary prowess department.
The pie was good.
The relatives will leave town tomorrow after Big J’s hockey game, of which I will attempt to record a short clip with my new digital camera that the great sis and bro-in-law brought us for Christmas.
Hopefully, when the mass exodus occurs, some of these shoes will go with all of them.