Me at nearly 40. I thought I was old. Wish I was 40 again. And wiser.
Many years later. From your left is my Golden Girl sister, Katie, or at least the back of her head; then my daughter Michelle, then her ex-husband Dickie who spends the holidays with us; my precious mother, may she rest in peace, and my first beautiful granddaughter, Kayla.
My precious youngest granddaughter, Montana, born 2001. this was her first Christmas. She is now a peppy teenager. Ugh.
There’s a big gray Persian cat named “Bogey” in here somewhere.
Me at some point in the past before I colored my hair.
Got this idea off the internet. These are colorful washcloths in a flower pot with green tissue paper and a red bow. Very Christmasy and quite a hit. And best of all, no trouble.
Our Banshee, aka “Puss”. He tolerated Christmas.
My beautiful Pumpkin, Montana Smith. She was the baby under the Christmas tree.
And this is me from Christmas past. That’s why I’m done in this Christmas present. Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.