So while the husband and I, along with the tall boy and the sunny girl, got all dolled up and went out into the night on New Year's Eve, the girl in charge was feeling a little bit under the weather. She decided to stay home and snuggle up under a blanket and watch all the David Tennant "Doctor Who" episodes. The girl in charge knows how to handle illness.
But when she wandered downstairs for a snack, here's a photo of what she found: Watson, casually relaxing on top of his crate, with not a thought at all about eating that double tiered arrangement of cookies right by his head. No sirree -- not our sweet old Watson; he's just sitting there reading his Bible.
One question still remains: how did he get there?