I tried to blog yesterday, I really did. But I was still recovering from turkey and mashed potatoes, and the only thing I could think of was turkey… and mashed potatoes. Plus I was feeling pretty sick. We even pulled out the thermometer for the first time to test my temperature, which was 98.8. No fever, but HOW MUCH FUN IS IT TO TAKE YOUR TEMPERATURE? SO fun.

The thing on my mind is this - we’re considering buying a house in the new year. Of course, I’ve found one online that I’m obsessed with, and suddenly the person who sleeps better than a baby sloth finds herself unable to sleep at night because she’s planning how she’ll reface those kitchen cabinets. And how about that back yard! I’m gonna need to put up a little white picket fence around the back yard so that Berlin can play out there and curl up in her brand new dog house that Matt will have to build for her. And can I paint it red? With black shingles?

So instead of going on and on about my dream house, I’ll rustle up a good picture of something Christmasy - the only other thing I’m obsessively thinking about.