the Dalaverse

In the midst of...everything, I had nearly forgotten that this was the second Christmas without Snake. I've posted all these before, but in the spirit of trying to be less depressed/ing, I bring you:



No, he really did. I'm serious. Observe:


I'm ready for my stocking. What do you mean, they were out of gourmet Whiskas?!


Jungle kitty, secure in his fortress of boxes, pine needles, and Disney beanbag chair.


Snake's idea of helping put up the ornaments. At least he never dropped that bulk down before we'd taken the breakable stuff out of the tissue.


Dog, don't you know that's MY tree?


Multi-tasking -- he's got the catnip mouse trapped while he cleverly lures the whiffle balls with his tall. Also, why on EARTH does my mother have me in tights on Christmas morning? Maybe it was Sunday and we were going to church.



Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.