A Memory of Normalcy

It is about time I write again on this blog, right?

The birthday getaway to Las Vegas was supremely worthwhile as the Wife and I slept in and had a wonderful evening walking around the shops of the Green Valley Resort. Every now and again, one needs to treat oneself.

As for the Christmas plans, it looks like the wife has drained the pocketbook once again. Ask the Wizard if he agrees that the Wife has a real Christmas fetish. The place looks like Santa exploded in here. Oh, well. At least she isn't Miss Bah Humbug. I guess I should be happy.

The Teenager is equally as committed to the holiday spirit as evidenced by the amount of time and energy devoted to wrapping and prettifying every package. She is so addicted.