Happy Monday, y’all:
The only good thing about this Monday is that it’s the start of a four-day week. So let’s have a few fast giggles:
…I fucking wish.
And as for this tart:
Still, if you going to look like anyone… I mean, she could have looked like that Bruce/Kaitlin Jenner man/woman. [no Jenner pic because Mondays are bad enough]
With all the Christmas excitement and such, I forgot to mention that Carol Vorderman turned 60 last week.
And a flashback to her 50th:
Yer welcome.
As I may have said before, we don’t have Christmas Dinner on Christmas Day itself: Christmas Day is devoted to a Full English Breakfast with the kids (this was ours yesterday; bangers, beans, back bacon, mushrooms. eggs and tomato all fried in boerewors drippings and hash browns, also — not pictured — French bread toast, and cinnamon rolls made by Daughter)
I should point out that this was my plate: the others had portions essentially double that of mine, because I can’t take that much because of gastric surgery. I made up for it by drinking more Mimosas than everyone else.
We save the roast beef dinner till the day after Christmas: Boxing Day (a Du Toit family tradition):
I cook the roast, New Wife does the potatoes, parsnips, asparagus and other veg., and Daughter makes the Yorkshire pud. Dessert is generally peach cobbler and / or fruit cake with icing, but this year there’s a Yule Log like this one, compliments of Daughter.
Mostly because nobody in our family can handle a Full English and Roast Beast on a single day, we’ve turned Christmas Day into a two-day family affair. In American terms, it’s like having two Thanksgiving meals in a row.
We like it that way.
Oh well, I guess if all the Christmas work is done…
