Last night for Christmas dinner, my sister's husband, Ryan, drove up to Rock Hill to get his mother and bring her down for Christmas dinner. My sister didn't cook her usual Christmas dinner which is her Thanksgiving dinner (turkey and all the trimmings), since there were only four of us, but instead she cooked her Christmas Eve dinner which is Honey Baked Ham. We didn't have that on Christmas Eve. We had steaks instead. Also, for last night's dessert, we had the world's best apple pie. Eat your heart out, my sis' former neighbor!
To show how nice we are to my sis' former neighbor, Ryan took a picture this morning of the last piece of the world's best apple pie (It's made by my sister in case you haven't guessed that.), uploaded it to the PC, and sent it off to my sis' former neighbor. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Oh, my sis' former neighbor, one more thing. Ryan and I had apple pie for breakfast.
This afternoon we went over to some woods property that Ryan's mother owns and fired off some ammunition. My sister has a .38 revolver that is a real neat little gun. I haven't fired a handgun in over 30 years, but I was eventually able to hit the target. My sister does much better, but she has after all qualified for a concealed carry permit in South Carolina. Ryan pretty much obliterated the target.
I did much better with the .45. Ah, a manly gun! Kim du Toit would be proud that we celebrated Boxing Day by blowing holes in paper targets.
Tonight we're going to eat at a real nice restaurant they discovered.
Tomorrow, I bid farewell to Westville and drive back to Atlanta.