Jingle Bell Wreck

I spent Sunday night in the home of a great friend, with lots of other friends, being friendly.  I don't know if it was the wine, over indulgence of Christmas cookies and two apple pies, or the canned whipped cream that had an alcohol percentage... But I laughed.  Hard.

Danny and Maia started the gingerbread house.

She's craftier than most.

The rest of the group did our best to contribute...

I'd climb into an oven for this, too. 

Screw the breadcrumbs.

And then, the music.

We call him Bobby.  You can call him great.

Ugly sweater parties are too 'now'.  We have sing-a-longs.  

With multiple pianos and regular voice-cracking.

I don't know which of us looks more uncomfortable, Michele or myself.

All in all, the first party of the Holiday Season went swimmingly.

The whipped cream hangovers did not.

Buon Natale!!