Some of us had breakfast. . .
Some of us had lunch. . .
And some of us had supper. . . . (and a bad attitude . . . because for some reason grumpy faces are fun when you make them at your sister . . ? )
While composing the shot below Henry looked at me as though I had lost what was left of my mind and asked "What are you taking a picture of?? A spoon? Garbage?"
Holly calmly informed him that I was looking for the artistic shot.
I told him that as I can't get out and have fun the normal way, I have to make my own fun.
And sometimes that means taking artistic (Ahem) pictures of spoons and crumpled straw wrappers.
Cause that's how I roll now. . .
The new tradition?
Well we had quite the discussion on just what this meal was.
It was too late for breakfast but some of us hadn't yet had breakfast. It could be a latish lunch but Henry looked at me, grinned and said "but you aren't going to cook supper anymore are you?"
Ahhh. . . probably not.
So . . . not brunch or even lupper. . .
Blupper! New's Year's Eve day Blubber!!!
* No that last one's not a typo. . . my kids can never leave well enough alone ( and I have no idea who they got that from!) and somehow blupper morphed into blubber.
Holly tells me it's for all my American readers who think Canadians live in igloos and eat blubber everyday . . .
I can almost guarantee that next New Year's Eve day you will find us back at Denny's for a now annual New Year's Eve Blupper . . . I mean Blubber.
Why not join us and start a tradition of your own. . .