Merry Christmas, everyone! I'm doing my favorite thing, and watching James Bond movies on Christmas day. The parents have gone to see Sweeney Todd (will watch that as a, well, whatever). I just watched Femke Janssen (whose names I can never spell) die in a tree, courtesy of a steel cable and a helicopter. You must admit, she made a great Bond Bad Girl.

Yes, there was work yesterday. I let most everyone either leave early or work remote, so that we had coverage, and after two p.m. it was a very quiet day indeed. I made spanikopita (also not spelled right, but known as spinach pie), dad made deviled eggs, we set out cheese, made banana pudding pies, set out pecan pie tartlets, baked fresh bread, Mr. Manners put together asparagus with cream cheese wrapped in proscuitto, and made stuffed and fried jalapenos. Limerick Gal popped into the middle of the madness, fell in love with my parent's corgis, and quickly made her escape. Would have had stuffed mushrooms as well, except....well, Eliza was washing out her heirloom crystal punch bowl - for cider, you know - when it slipped, hit the bottom of the sink, shattered upward, and sliced the ever living shit out of her left hand in five places, went all over the floor, and in the bag with the mushrooms.

I normally burn myself in the kitchen...have NEVER done that so was taken quite aback with all the blood. Looking at them today, there's only one spot that looks a bit dodgy...so I've kinda taped it together with a band aid and neosporin. It could probably use a stitch or two - I can see INTO my flesh. But...whatever. Sissy and one of my uncles were kind enough to get up the rest of the glass while I bled through a paper towel. Did I mention that I broke the ornamental top of a framed fan, which the corgi's then ate, and then dad broke the glass?

But everyone had a great time. The evening ended with the traditional Eliza family game of Trivial Pursuit 80's, 90's and Pop Culture Edition. Damn Hard! And for old time's sake, a quick game of Encore.

Santa has come and gone. Everything is cleaned up. Soon we're off to make more rounds. All my relatives are fending for themselves for dinner - no clue when we'll be back.

So Merry Christmas, everyone! I hope that you and yours are safe and happy.