And after all that, the ice cream maker and/or bread maker that E.S. bought me did not arrive in time for the holiday. But neither did my gift for him, so we’ve agreed to postpone the exchange of gifts.
In the meantime, here is the stocking that he bafflingly claims is more than enough of a present for him:
And I’m terribly sorry to inflict this Christmas photo of my dog A. on you, but I really have no choice:
God only knows what she’ll decide to do for New Year’s Eve.