Family occasions often remind me of one of my favorite cartoonists, George Booth. Such mayhem. Christmas 2013 will be rife with Booth. For the past 22 years, we've had dinner with our neighbors. The kids grew up together, (well, they got drunk together...) and dinner at the Bartletts is de rigueur. This year I agreed to watch my brother's two dogs (a bull dog and a large chocolate lab) for that week. My son leaves his two (pitbull and loon)dogs Christmas Eve through Christmas dinner. And my daughter will be bringing her rescue pitbull.
48 hours fraught with hilarity, to be sure. But here's the rub. The hostess needs back surgery. She is not allowed to bend over, much less host 14 people for dinner.
Last time we had it at our house, it didn't go so well. So much so that no one suggested having it here again. I'm sure it will be far better this time. What could be more festive than five quarrelsome dogs circling the roast beast?
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