They do. They say that you won't get all those sore, raw, swallowing-razorblades throat infections. Ha ha ha ha. You just won't get TONSILITIS, not technically, anyway, because you no longer have tonsils. What they don't tell you is that you'll still get sinus/throat infections, which will feel pretty much just like tonsilitis, with acute pain, and bright red stripes, where your tonsils used to be. Nice.
So we had a very nice Christmas weekend, most of which I slept through. I put a metric ton of Christmas photos up on flickr, but that's all I've managed to do for the last week, pretty much. Bella's sick, too, which is really fun, and now she has a referral to an allergist. Dangit. I guess it was too much to hope that she'd escape the scourge of allergies that her father and I suffer.
I have a ton of stuff to blahhhhhg about: Our first real visit from Santa in our own home; the recent frolicking of puppies; Alex nearly burning our house down IN HIS SLEEP; the fact that when my husband and I promise not to give each other Christmas gifts WE LIE; me actually setting the oven on fire by engaging the "self-cleaning" option...and, oh, yeah--that day I nearly got tossed into Gitmo for taking pictures in the Wal-Mart parking lot. I kid you not. It took TWO police cars to head me off at Lowe's for my "suspicious behavior." Because I am hard-core like that. Ah, well, those stories will have to wait a while. At least until I can swallow without wincing.
In the meantime, I have discovered the secret to flattering home photography. Hand the camera to the nearest 4-year-old. Around here, that usually assures at least one of two things that minimize flaws in raw photography, those being...
Overexposure (in the case of digital photography, I guess that means "over-flash"):
...and shooting sliiiightly out of focus:
That's me doing Carole Lombard. Or Veronica Lake. Or a pirate. Someone with one eye, anyway. I had just done my hair (this, in itself, is close to a semi-annual event, me "doing" anything to my hair besides washing it) to go to my family's Christmas Eve party, and Bella wanted to take a picture of it (see previous comment on the rarity of my hair being "fixed") before I got dressed. Which is good, because there are NO pictures of me from the party, because I passed out on a sofa in the den pretty much as soon as we got there, and woke up just about in time to leave. Woo-hoo, Christmas fever! Literally!
Oh! And my sister has come partially out of the flickr closet, and has some cute stuff from Christmas up, as well. Witness the hotness of Andrea and my MOM: