Well, it was a wild one. Some holidaze are just that way.
Dad is tucked neatly away in a treatment center for substance abuse, as of Friday. An hour late, I might add, since Granny and 
I got lost on the way. But, he had a good attitude and really wants help.
Saturday morning dawned and it was a rush to get to Nana's for Christmas with the Trainham's. My cornbread flopped and my contacts didn't wanna work, thus the 'glasses' picture. And I was smooth out of tissue paper for a gift bag, but wrapping paper sufficed just fine. (Could put that on tip of the week sometime, I guess). Thank you God for taking care of us in ways we'll never know.
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