Since Jason had to work today, we celebrated Christmas last night. We sat by our fireplace and drank hot chocolate.
That’s not just any hot chocolate though. There’s a secret in the whipped cream.
Alcohol infused whipped cream! One of my co-workers had talked about this a lot, so we stopped by the liquor store and bought a can. It had a different consistency than regular whipped cream. I don’t know how to describe it. I also thought that it had a very strong alcohol taste. I wouldn’t buy this again, but it was sort of a fun novelty.
My stepmother sent us some gifts so we’d have something to open on Christmas, being that they gave us our Hanukkah gift when we were in DC for Thanksgiving.
(I look like I’m about 12 years old in that picture.)
I had to explain to Murphy that the blanket wasn’t a chew toy.
Jason also opened a gift.
And Murphy destroyed his.