My trees are still up and my lights are still twinkling. I’m not finished with the holiday yet.

Out in Colorado, dear friends are getting ready to be buried alive in more snow, and I don’t think the UPS truck has even delivered their Christmas packages yet! I fully understand why they’re late (nobody can control the weather, after all) but a full WEEK after the promised delivery date and still no show? Ridiculous. Plus, the one package that I know was delivered, was delivered to the wrong address! It’s not looking good for you, UPS. (How could you deliver one and not all, when they were all mailed together? And why did it go to the wrong address? I want explanations. Please.)

Sigh. I hope, by Valentine’s Day, these precious people will have their Christmas boxes. I should have used the Post Office, surliness and ‘no promises’ notwithstanding. The “promises” I got from UPS turned out to be worthless.

But, enough about that. Let’s talk about ME.

I lost at euchre last night, but at least Joel and I didn’t get SKUNKED on a round like some people, mentioning no names, of course, because that would be tacky.

Oh, and that huge free ham I scored from Marsh? It was delicious. Want some? Come on out; there’s about five pounds of it left over.

We’ll be eating ham fairly regularly for quite a while.

Dear Colorado friends: stock up on toilet paper and milk and Kraft cheese. Diapers. I wish your packages had come.

I wish it would snow here, but I don’t think that’s going to happen what with it being in the low sixties and all.

I still have one lone, lorn living petunia on the patio. At the end of DECEMBER.

It’s purple.