Passport photos are always lovely and mine is no exception. I look like a heroin addict on a poster that tries to convince teenagers to avoid drugs or they'll end up looking like me. Dale looks like he just murdered someone for their wallet so he could get his next meth fix, so at least I'm in good company.
The tree is down and the furniture has been rearranged...to focus on our new fake fireplace. Since I haven't yet convinced Dale to embrace the look of an electric fireplace, I made my own today. It's not great, but I tried my best. My strategy is that Dale will get tired/embarrassed of having a painted sheet of plywood as a focal point in our living room and will one day decide that a real fake fireplace is better than a fake fake fireplace. But for now, we pretend.