"I'm out of my Roman and into my Greek"

I should be in bed, but have now reached the point where I'm so tired that I can't sleep, so of course, what's a girl to do but blog?

This will be a pictoral essay of sorts, featuring Elisha and Josh's snazzy new Christmas tree and the decorating efforts that it inspired.

Christmas balls and angels (or angles)

Sugar cookies were consumed, festive music was listened to, and of course there was lots of lewd talk, as we are wont to do, regardless of the holiday or occasion being celebrated.

Elisha, Me and Meg! The Josher and Elisha

I'm sure the format of this entry is completely wonky but you get a good idea of the general mood, even without any eggnog.