It really is a low-down dirty trick to lure readers to your blog with adorable puppy pix. That said, I’m not above it. Weezie, unlike myself, is extremely photogenic. Plus, while she’s awake, she pretty much takes constant adult supervision. Even as I type this, she’s managed to unravel the rattan binding on my office lounge chair, chew the edge of the oriental rug, and confiscate the blue fur Christmas stocking I got at a book club meeting. And we won’t go into her regrettable bathroom faux pax(s?). So here are some shots from the last few days: Weezie and Wyatt sharing a chair, Weezie peeking out the French doors to my office, and a random shot of the house fixed up for the Christmas home tour. Notice the shower curtain fashioned from an old chenille bedspread–by my very own not-so-nimble fingers. Also the tree in the bathtub. Boomerang Boy was not amused. “Why is there a friggin’ tree in the friggin’ tub?” he asked. When told it was whimsical, he could only shake his head. He doesn’t really get middle-aged whimsy. So. The Christmas is all packed away and the tree has already been carted off. My sister-in-law Jeanne and I got a little nutty while watching MIRACLE ON 34th STREET the night after Christmas, and we ended up throwing all the dried-out holiday greenery into the fire. What a merry little time we had. Now we’re preparing for our New Year’s Day open house, where we serve my fabulous grits n’ greens casserole to around a hunnerd or so folks who drop in for the roast oysters and collard greens and black-eyed peas, not to mention the big-ass ham. After the holidays I intend to stay in bed for one full day. Really. I wish the same for all of you. A day in bed where you’re not sick. Just lazy.