Heaven must be missing an angel

And if you believe that, I've got a bridge for sale. Back in 1962, someone in my family (mom? dad? nana?) decided I would look cute dressed as an angel. Must have been my sweet disposition. It was my first public appearance in drag. Well, it got that out of my system, except for a certain Halloween in the seventies that I'm sure worried the heck out of my parents.

And what's up with the purple sofa?

Today, being Christmas Eve, we will make our traditional fondue savoyarde (cheese fondue) for lunch. And we'll be starting the prep for tomorrow's lunch. Ken will pick up the bird from the market this morning. He'll make broth with the giblets that will go into the cornbread stuffing. I'll make another pie and some cranberry relish (using reconstituted dried cranberries; we'll see how that goes).