Don't Flutter Your Eyelashes at Me...

I had my family over for a pre-Christmas dinner last night. We had a Tex-Mex feast with tamales, tacos and sangria. Watched the Dallas Cowboys get their asses kicked (Thanks a lot Romo) and exchanged gifts.

This morning while I was cleaning up, I found this. Nothing says a good-time party like finding someone's eye lashes on your coffee table. Whoo Hoo!