There is absolutely nothing like flannel pj’s, coffee, and a warm dog.
That’s how I feel this morning, anyway. Last night the pj’s were the only thing keeping me warm, since the stupid dog peed on my comforter, and there wasn’t enough coffee in the world to keep my eyes pried open past 8:30.
But that’s in the past. Now my home is nice and toasty and welcoming.
Speaking of toasty… I don’t even remember taking this series of photos at my last game night. Apparently after “Ticket to Ride,” Nate decided to erect a beer bottle tower. He was quite good. Even incorporated the hourglass timer.