A Harried Day for the Sandwich Life

I am not close to being done with Christmas shopping and my mother is moving home on Wednesday and I have to get a sonogram tomorrow morning as my doctor said----"just to make sure it's not uterine cancer."  Mind you I'm really not worried about that----I just kind of looked at him as if to say, "I can't fucking believe you just said that."

Ho, ho, ho.

Well, actually none of that sours me on Christmas it just explains why I feel a bit harried today....  I was referring to myself as frazzled but then I talked to Ernie and he said he was kind of harried and I liked his word better.

Owen's got his eyes closed in this picture and Leo's got his hand in front of his face but I think my husband looks damn good so I'll post it anyway....

  

The parsley gets more intensely green with each frost....

 

Wish me luck with shopping.....