Ok, so that didn't really happen. But it is a pretty apt depiction of how many oysters went down at Christmastime. (The above is part of a lovely comic strip that C put together for me)
And—better late than never—compliments of the season and a very happy New Year to you all. It's been a whirlwind the last two months — between my ailing father and the year-end workload, we also moved house...all at the same time. It's amazing I'm still sane.
Somewhere in the middle of it all, I even managed to bake two cakes for my friend's gorgeous little girl who turned one. And what a lucky little lady she was — she had not one, but two parties, which of course entailed two cakes. And she didn't get to bed till the wee hours of the morning. Talk about party animal in training.
In late-November last year, this little crazy-looking bundle of blue eyes and way-too-big ears appeared at C's family's doorstep. Of course he took it back to our little apartment and after several arguments over whether to keep him (he'll grow too big! we already have a dog. We have two cats too!), we decided to keep him.
Fast forward 10 months later and little Ralphie is now not so little — and our apartment was still the same size. So we decided it was time for a move to a bigger place with some semblance of a garden — not just so Ralphie and Oxford would have more space to run about, but also for my sanity.
I am pleased to report that everyone survived the move. The cats are happier, the dogs (well, not so much since they are no longer allowed near our bedroom), and the humans don't have to worry about rushing home to ensure the dogs get let out to have a tinkle in the bushes.
So from our family to yours, Happy New Year. We hope yours is filled with blessings, peace and joy. And yes, part of this year's resolution is to post on this blog more regularly.
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