I’m dreaming of a WIDE Christmas.
The Yule, time to cram that pie-hole full and stretch that belt. What is it that makes us behave like a herd of grazing cows? I took my tape measure to my Mother’s last night and by my calculations we had no less than 3.75 acres of Chex-mix, toffee, peanut brittle, cookies, candy, more cookies,... Sign in to see full entry.