That dreaded picture.
Let's be honest. When it comes right down to it, one of the hardest parts of every year (blanket statement, total honesty) is finding/picking/taking a Christmas card picture. Put it right there on the list between unemployment, filing taxes, and deciding between medium and super sized at McDonalds. I'm just being real. We all know I'm right. It's that bad.Nothing like my-side to leave it to the last minute to take a picture together. We've only had 11 months. Actually, we've done worse. Last year, we procrastinated so long, we never sent one out. We collectively blamed it on Shelley's never-ending pregnancy (we wanted Lu in the picture). Taking a picture before Dec. 1 is basical

Decisions.
No judging please. I stand behind my decision. November needed to hurry up and go. It's overstayed its welcome. I'm just doing my part to pick up the pace. Truth be told, I'm surprised I held out this long. Honestly, I deserve a bloody medal for almost making it to Thanksgiving. Almost.Even though this is what our house looks like from the outside:

November
I got a tongue-lashing from Emy yesterday. I know, I said. There hasn't been anything "blog worthy" around here lately. And, I might add, in my defense Chuck has been rather normal lately.It's been a while hasn't it. Val said Blogger is going to revoke my membership.My name is Susie.Hi. Nice to meet you.Thanks for stopping by.After Emy left, I got a tongue-lashing from Chuck (apparently, it wasn't my day to feel the love). "Check your camera, Missy. I have NOT been normal lately. You just keep forgetting to post it."I checked. I died. I'd forg

A little bit of Halloween
Happy November!Sick. I just vomited. When did it become November? Wasn't it just May? I swear I saw August yesterday. You know what I did see today was Christmas candy at QFC. Kill me. Please.Now, let's get to the obligatory Halloween post. You know what Chuck was. There was no question. Once you find heavenly perfection you stop shopping. It's been four years of Waldo and guess what? STILL NOT OLD. My dearest Emy drug us to Seattle for Halloween -- I'm a sucker for those big brown eyes and a pretty, pretty please. I couldn't say No.

A bit of redirection.
Not that it changes anything or has any consequence, meaning, or place in your life, but I thought you may like to know that the blog address has changed. Unbunch your panties, it's just a little redirection.After careful thought and purposeful consideration (something Chuck and I rarely do), we decided theallisonfam.blogspot just wasn't workin' for us. It also wasn't really a good description of the blog or our lives in general. Let's be honest, a two idiots with a cat-baby isn't really a "fam" and our friends are usually the (un)willing participants to our shenanigans (oh yes, I said shenanigans). "