Santa must have sensed we'd get socked in for three days this Christmas, low on liquor and desperate for things to do. That's why he left these old-timey diversions under the tree:
I used to be quite the Tiddledy Winks player in my youth. And there's the operative word - youth. After a rousing game of Tiddledy with the old man on the living room floor last night, not only were our point totals low, we could hardly move a half hour later.
My daughter loves her potholder loom (like the one I had in 4th grade) so much, she won't let me make one lousy potholder. She's got a party to go to tonight and when she's away, the elves will play, baby!