Time Flies Like an Arrow...

... and fruit flies like a banana, yeah, whatever. [Cut and paste standard lame apology for not posting here.] It's December already, and the holiday preparations are coming on like a holly-jolly juggernaut. Time to fire up the pizzelle irons, maw.

Update: both young'uns are packing on the groceries and growing well. The grandboy is in the World Wrestling Entertainment percentile for weight, and off the chart for height at 29 inches. The puppy is doing what you would expect.

Chewing.

Here's a nice photo of the Grandboy's great-aunt and great-uncle (yeah, Jinny, how's that sound?) at Thanksgiving. I don't have much room to talk about getting old, though. Sometimes I feel as old as this thing:

Yes, I finally let go of the past and put this piece of cutting-edge eighties technology out for the trash pickup. It was a rocking word processor back when computers didn't have hard drives.

So there's an update to the blog, such as it is. Just Friends is heading into the Christmas party season, and still gearing up for the New Year's Eve party at the Sheraton. We'd love to see our friends and family come out and celebrate with us, and sing Happy Birthday to Vince after midnight. In the meantime:

Don't forget to wear your winter hat. Baby, it's cold outside.