Harry Potter got in a huge fight in the bramble bushes and now cannot use his front right foot.
We are going to have to take him to the vet. I don't know if it's broken. My face is puffy. I ate a lot of bread ( i'm gluten intolerant ) over the last week. I also found that all natural deodorant doesn't really last all day. Champagne is my favorite alcoholic drink, and I've possibly ( definitely ) drunk too much of it over the Holidays. I think my liver needs a vacation. Mr. Curry and I couldn't find eggnog anywhere late Christmas Day, so we went through Jack in the Box and I ordered an egg nog milkshake, later at home, poured brandy in it. We sat on the couch for five hours eating chocolate, drinking and watching episodes of Two and a Half Men and other sundries. Mr. Curry and I have been making so much whoopie lately that it's possible I'm having quatrouplets. I think one of the top five wonderful things about marriage is sex on demand. As in: Mr. Curry! Get in here! I don't care if you're scrambling eggs! No, now! :) Mr. Curry is a very good man.
Our children are very happy with their Christmas. That makes me happy. We did it on a weensy budget ( Lola made up the word weensy ) and made it work. One of Santa's presents to Lola was this beautiful porcelain doll with a French looking getup and necklace that was bought for $10 at the local thrift store. Shhhh.
We were saying prayers at dinner last night ( Mr. Curry barbecued chicken and I made boiled then pan toasted potatoes with pepper, basil and salt and green beans with olive oil and garlic )
and Lola said 'thank you God for Jewish people. ' Hey, don't ask me. I just live here.