look at the snow (earlier this month)….rather than discuss the rainy conditions that have wrecked havoc for the past two weeks. 4 inches of rain in 24 hours…yadda, yadda, yadda….main road washed out….yadda, yadda, yadda… hairpin road crowded single car passing at turns…yadda, yadda, yadda…flooded basement….yadda, yadda, yadda…gutter guard guarantees are useless…blah, blah, blah.

So I have been left to my own devices for seven days as the Mister has been away on business. This morning my sister was kind enough enough to email me a picture of my crack bracketed between a festive sweater and a pair of “not so mom” low slung pants. I am the ass of Christmas. My SIL only dreams of being the ass of Christmas. I’ll refrain from posting the photo. Crack kills.

My orchid seems to walking softly into the dark night, but the blooms lasted an entire month. And it was under my care! I suppose I’m getting cocky. Maybe I should try growing something else.

The town is getting into the Christmas spirit with tacky lights and static displays.

I’m not sure what to make of the decapitated police officer. Maybe he was in the book of Mathew?