I'm going to console myself with the fact that I didn't have to spend my time threatening lives until I got the perfect shot. I just took these and kept on trucking.
|Red Velvet Cake|
(Pay no attention to the fabric explosion in the corner)
(And more fabric explosion plus UPS leavings)
|Christmas morning comes early when you're short/old|
|Grandma send me a glowworm!|
And no, grandma, you didn't need to see my face.
|I love how appetizing food looks with really awesome lighting.|
Also, my ham is hiding and my stuffing looks really sad.
|Gimme my pot pie!|
(Please say you get that reference or we can't be friends.)
In conclusion, I know only five of you will actually care about this post, because really, it's awful. But I promised Bear Allen I would blog daily, and blog daily I will.
Okay, so the five people part is really, really generous. I can tell you my mama cares, Bear Allen cares, Heather cares because she loves me and fuss cares because she loves my kids. I swear I will atone for all the ills of this post with the remainder of the week.
Merry Christmas from the Hot Mess Household.