Prime rib for lunch… that’s something really only allowed on Christmas day. Apparently we’ve been doing this for five years now, making it a true tradition. And of course Molly enjoys the festivities; look at her and my Pa supervise Ma while she carves the meat:
I’m heading to the gym now for 2 miles of running and 30 minutes of elliptical. And maybe Keri and I will go for a walk tonight. No signs of her baby coming out anytime soon! Come on Violet!!!