Christmas Month

It is my belief that Christmas doesn't officially end until Valentine's Day. I guess that is why I keep eating candy...
My amazing mama made this little playhouse for my niece and nephew for Christmas. We had one just like it when I was wee.
It is so delightfully retro, and fits over a standard card table.

It is why you should never dispose of your favorite patterns.

I don't often cook. I used to bake. But cooking? Not my forte. Although, I love gravy. Any sauce really. Jeff fixed me biscuits and gravy a couple of times, and it is so crazy easy. Just brown some sausage, add a about 1/4 cup flour, then a quart of milk. Simmer for a bit-then you got gravy. And we just use the Pillsbury biscuits.

The fam seemed impressed, and I wish Jeff was there to pretend to be impressed too.

I eat this meal a little too much, therefore showing off MY biscuits.

Here's a bonus shot of Dad and Buster. Buster is 18 years old. Most of the time he acts like and old-fart dog, except when there is the smell of roasted turkey.