And it begins

The Holiday Hokey Pokey started yesterday morning. Most people go shopping - here at Mamakohl’s place, we have visitors. I never shop on Black Friday ’cause I’m always hanging out with folks from all over who knows where - like this lovely lady:


This is my long long time friend, S. We met when I was 13 and she was 16 and, although we lead very different lives, we have stayed friends ever since. I was a bridesmaid at her wedding a zillion years ago and we have sons the same age. S made it in to MO from TX for a surprise Thanksgiving with her folks and we met yesterday afternoon for a late lunch (had to be late ’cause B’s uncle came up for quite some time, too.) This picture is after 4 hours of good food, good wine, and wonderful conversation. Not sure when I’ll see S again, but it was lovely spending some time with her.

By the time we finished up with our “lunch,” it was clear that I was going to miss all chances of working out last night, so I came home and found my kids waiting at the door begging to put up the tree. Now, see, last year I set my own personal record for putting my tree up early. It was done the first week of December (okay, maybe the 2nd week - who remembers?) and I thought, well hell, that’s okay. This year, however, my kids are all into decorations. EVERYTHING must be decorated for every holiday. It’s called “Getting ready for …xyz.” And when my in-laws brought up their xmas tree approximately .00578 seconds after all the extra guests left Thanksgiving diner, I could tell the kids would be all over it. And last night, I put the music on Erzulie and we decorated our little tree (it’s tiny, it’s fake - and we love it.)

(That’s Stealth with a stocking on his head)

Even Hankypants got in on the action…

And just for good measure, he’s a couple of my guys…

Riding around on John Deere (another strange thing with my kids, everything must be named,) picking up leaves. It snowed the next day. You’ll notice that Stealth and B have the same outstanding fashion sense.

A big ol’ pile of Kohl.

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