Wednesday, January 07, 2009

Christmas in Miami

We all gathered for Christmas in Miami again. Some kids were throwing each other around the family room on Christmas Eve until Aunt Mary finally said it was okay to open presents . . .


But then Uncle Leonard made them wait as each family group took their yearly stand-in-front-of-the-tree photo, and made sure that each family member's camera got a shot, so it was probably a good 45 minutes later before the kids got loaded up on Power Ranger toys and we all got to say, again, that they made out like bandits.

(I'm using this Blogger picture uploading thing, by the way, so you can click the pictures to make them huge.)
Christmas is always the same when you're old. Only the clothes change really . . .



Mom got her knives.





Grandma Strick came over.




Dad got his special golf ball finding glasses.



Rusty found the golf ball.



I stole some dark chocolate.




Rusty and I read Harold Pinter (pause, grieve) and Truman Capote outside. We ate the the poo poo platter. When I got to the end of the book, I learned that the family got killed.


Later on, we all dressed alike.

Pajama Party with the Glasses Brigade




Guaranteed Comedy Duo



We finally got to eat the top of our wedding cake.




Practicing what I learned from In Cold Blood.

I guess the anniversary tradition isn't the same when you're wearing your pajamas and sharing it with your parents a half a year late because it was in their freezer all that time.

And the Len Man celebrated it all with a dirty stick and Miami Dolphins cup, showing here: