On New Year’s Day, we were, of course, watching college football.
By the time evening rolled around, Kel, Donna and I were beat. It was a busy weekend. Saturday we drove down to Atlanta (along with Joe White, my friend from the homebrew club) to watch the Hokies (especially the crappy QB, Glennon) choke in the second half of the Chick-Fil-A Bowl, Sunday we drove back and stayed up to celebrate New Year’s Eve.
The kids, naturally, wanted to do, oh, everything with us on Monday. Oi…
After dinner, Keira decided to help us relax. She laid out a sleeping bag on the floor, gathered up some oil, a glass of water, a damp towel, a dry towel, and offered massage services.
I didn’t get off my lazy butt in time to take a picture of the kids massaging Kel, but here’s number two in line…
I’m sure that Dyson had a lot of tension that needed working out…
I was coerced into going next. Thankfully the camera angle keeps it from being more obvious why I’m currently dieting…
Dyson’s massaging my calves, if you couldn’t tell…
Kel & Dyson returned the favor for Keira…
Dyson didn’t feel that Donna should be left out…
And, yes, in case you were wondering, every day is "no pants day" for Dyson…
