Star me, kitten

That's what was left of a plate of migas and a short stack of gingerbread pancakes, after John and I ate our fill at Star Seeds this morning.

If we'd known what the day had in store, we would have cleaned our plates.

Nine adults and a remarkably chill one-year-old in a small space for eight hours. And we're doing it again tomorrow, with four more adults.

The Jeebus miracle is that my missing package of gifts for the immediate family showed up this afternoon, only an hour after we opened all the other gifts (scheduled right after lunch, so as to occur before the extended family members not being "gifted" showed up).

Happy Christmas Eve!