Working Backwards

I'm going to work backwards, or in no particular order, to talk about what is or has happened very locally.  

Happy New Year!  It turns out that if black tie/champagne/horn section/balloon drop is not on the schedule, then the alternate best plan for New Year's Eve is pajamas/pizza/tv/board games.  

My children, who embrace me with joy if I buy a box of Minion shaped Kraft Mac and Cheese or orange Tic Tacs:  Holy cow, don't try to pass off a store bought king cake on them.  Actual conversation on January 5:

Trent- So tomorrow's Epiphany.

Rush- Oh, so you're making a king cake?

Me- Oh, you guys want that?

Rush- Yeah!  Of course!

Trent- We'll probably just buy one.

Rush- NO!  You have to make it!

We've created little Episcopalian monsters.

 Then a few days later Tate, Holly, and I pulled everything off the bookshelves because sorting all the books is one way to elevate a bummer mood.  And also a good way to get a dust related red, gooey eye.

We're minimalists now.  Just cats and blank spaces.