Christmas at the Fort

As we all recover from Black Friday (and yes, I did pick up a lovely porcelain-enameled cast iron Dutch oven, thank you for asking) it's also time to start easing our way into a month of Rudolph, Santa, spiced cider, and obnoxious parents willing to take you out if you happen to be standing between them and a display of the new revamped Furbys.

We got our month-long holiday season off to a more gentle start by attending Christmas at the Fort, a short pre-Christmas celebration at the local history museum.

Also...

We went all out for Halloween, like always.  I was the Evil Queen and Sydney was a flower fairy princess.  Behold, and tremble before our awesome costumes:

Okay, so I'm wearing the same thing I wore last year, and Sydney's costume came from Walmart.  But I still think we look pretty cool.

Countdown to Thanksgiving

Once again, we're t-minus less than a week to Thanksgiving, which I only noticed yesterday and then promptly freaked out.  (We're also long overdue for an update around here, but let's just move on... *nervous laugh*)

Thanksgiving around here is less "what do we want to eat" and more "what can we all agree on that won't make any of us violently ill."  The hubby, when he does strap on his big-girl-panties and bravely give it a go, has about a fifty-fifty chance that any poultry he has eaten will leave him moaning and incapacitated in front of and/or on the toilet for several hours.  I have the same reaction to any kind of canned cranberry sauce, though with more of a ninety percent chance that I'll be in there.  And believe me, our bathroom is small.  It's not the sort of place that can handle violent illness x 2.