So this kind of reminds me of a time I was in Mexico a few years ago and my love of cheese overtook my good senses. In a lovely open-air restaurant, I ordered a dish called “Cheese with Cheese”. It ended up being a bowl of melted cheese. Served with a spoon. I ate it all.

I call this photo “Candy with Candy”. My family knows I have very high metabolism and Jeff has a strong sweet tooth; otherwise why would they give us such a huge stockpile of candy this Christmas? How many boxes of Pot of Gold can one possibly consume in a year? Chicken Bones! (Ew, right!? They’re pretty tasty actually.) After Eight! Toblerone x 3! Fruitfulls — my favorite! Maltesers, straight from England. The X-Large marking on the package is laughing at me now. Lindt. A Chocolate Orange. What’s Christmas without Ferrero Rocher and Bailey’s chocolates? Heaven. Pure heaven. I have a long, and very happy road ahead of me.

I won’t dare do a progress report on the candy because I fear it will be embarassingly shorter than it should be.

One of Jeff’s young cousins got a nifty Nikon for Christmas so we went on a walk, enjoying the light from the falling mid-afternoon sun on Boxing Day.