Here Comes Christmas!

Forgot to take pictures (again), but I made breakfast burritos this morning for Rickster's Christmas Eve breakfast. They were delicious. I'm becoming a Pioneer Woman cooking fool. I only made 1/2 the recipe (since I'm not feeding a  bunch of cowboys) and I froze 4 or 5 and still have some filling left over. It was pretty easy--even I could do it!

The prune cake was a BIG hit here! And this with Mr.-I-Don't-Eat-Fruity-Stuff....It is moist and not terribly sweet. It is addictive and scrumptious. You will love it. I almost guarantee. Rick eats it with his ice cream every night and I've slivered away half of it just sampling. (You know I believe there's no calories if you sliver cake and pie and all forms of fattening things.)

Daughter has stomach flu so I don't know what she will be doing this holiday. Heaven help her if she has to stay home with just her family!! (Yes, I AM being snarky here!) Her friends on Facebook said it's a norovirus or something and that one is contagious for three days after the worst symptoms are over. OK, so Christmas is for sharing, but I don't think any one wants you to share this, little one. Stay home. Please. Just once. Take Mom's advice. Please.

I'm watching football, reading an Arizona author that I found and like--Sylvia Nobel, and Rick might go fishing at Surprise pond. Tomorrow is church, barbecued ribs, and War Horse.

Rick just asked, "You're not depressed, are you?"

"Not yet!" I answered and we laughed and laughed.

 We think we're funny and it shows you how well he knows me. It's a slightly off kilter Christmas here, but it will be fine. You already know we're a little unorthodox. You enjoy the holiday, y'all. I need more Diet Coke and all will be well! Love and merriness.