The Christmas Eve get together has wrapped up. The rib roast is dry brining in the refrigerator. The stockings are hung, without care, but it is the thought that counts. All the kids (adults now, alas) are coming over in the morning to open their presents and act like eight-year-olds for a morning.
I'm praying for good health and lots of Q1/2 wins for all my fellow fanatics. Love to all.
Peace on Earth and goodwill to men, even SLU fans.
I'm praying for good health and lots of Q1/2 wins for all my fellow fanatics. Love to all.
Peace on Earth and goodwill to men, even SLU fans.
