Waiting for the Ball to Drop

New Year's Eve at my In-Laws farmhouse.  They rescue/foster Schipperke dogs and usually have a half dozen at any given time, the very senior ones often staying as "foster failures."   Have a wonderful New Year, everyone - The Johnsons

Holidays with Geeks and Their Dog.

Each year, my husband and I exchange an assortment of gifts only a geek could love.  None expensive, all silly.  This year was no exception.  Whatever your New Year brings you, may it be filled with wonder (and a grin or two)

A mini catapult for the desk and a Corner Gas key fob.

Monday morning telework pants.

And an appropriate T-shirt to match.

If all else fails, load up on sugar and play a came of Smart Ass. 

For sharing at the next in-person meeting.

Please address me as MISTER Pooper Scooper.

Hand-made foragers bag.  

You can't fit the body in here, but it will hold a lot of mushrooms, herbs, or tool parts.  

Another hand-carved addition to the Secret Squirrel collection.

New bow ties - the Constitution and a circuit board. 

From the U.K. - this IS going to be hanging up in the bedroom. 

There always has to be a reference to The Dr. at Christmas. 

New hats - because Godzilla playing chess with a monk is more interesting than a Taylor Swift hat.

Burlington Railroad coffee mug.

Let's see someone take my sandwich from the work refrigerator NOW.

OK, we have to have some books.

Putting to bed that myth that men can't wrap gifts.  

Framed record album - Yellow Dog Blues.  Appropriate in our house.

We didn't forget Sunny. . .

Thanks for the couch Dad, hope you're enjoying reading in that tiny, hard chair. . .