Nothing Happens At Ten

DG found his Santa suit.

According to him, he has lost so much weight doing jumping jacks that the hat doesn’t fit him anymore.

I think he found a bigger hat to convince me to let him go after that eggnog again.

Regardless, from all of us here,

Joy. We have eggnog back in the house again.

Yum.

Oops.

After DG’s dalliance with the eggnog, he was somewhat horrified when he stepped on the bathroom scale.

“Wow”, I said, “and that was just the eggnog. We haven’t even started with the Christmas cookies and the pies and the chocolates and the candy canes!”.

But, DG has a plan.

Hey, do me a favor and keep watching this for a while. DG needs the exercise.

DG has dispatched the leftover Halloween candy, so now he has moved on to the eggnog.

He says that he is just making room in the refrigerator for the leftovers, but I’m not buyin’ it.

Happy Thanksgiving to everyone.

DG finally decided not to go out at all.

He stayed home to hand out the candy.

And to …. eat the candy.

Be careful with that, buddy, it’s powerful stuff.

DG’s latest Halloween idea is to dress up as Bernie Sanders.

“No”, I said, “that will not do. It’s too political”.

“Besides”, I added, “it’s too scary”.

Oh, hush.

DG’s latest idea is to dress up as a ghost for Halloween.

“Well, DG”, I said, “That’s a pretty pedestrian costume”.

OK then…. we’ll leave it at that.

I found DG with yet another variation on his new hobby.

Watching Youtube videos.

I think that might be a self-limiting problem.