MB and I head off tomorrow morning — Christmas Eve morning — for the deep dark middle of nowhere and the steady stream of people barging through unlocked doors and the looming snowy mountains and the room with the tortoise in the drawer.
(We may have to drive with these things called “chains.” God help us all.)
Merry Christmas, one and all! See you next week!
Merry Christmas, Tracey.
Merry Christmas, Tracey!
Hope your Christmas is happy. . . I can hardly wait to see if there’s a tortoise hiberation update!