Since the girls won't cooperate, and who can blame them at their age, our dogs bore the brunt of my snapchat filter fun recently.
The college coed and I made a visit to our local fancy seafood market to get some fresh crab and shrimp for our annual Christmas Day gumbo. While we were waiting for our order, we cruised up and down the aisles to check out the rest of their offerings. That's when we spied these humongous frog legs, seen below. According to my mother, fried frog legs are delicious - tastes like chicken. Her daddy would go frog gigging back in the day, while her mom would batter them up for dinner.
As you can see below, we've all been doing a lot of lounging since our holiday week kicked off on Sunday. Our furry family members are either in the midst of us, or milling around mooching for a handout. The husband is loathe to share the homemade Chex Mix my mother whips up in big roasting pans at this time very year, but he has been known to toss them the occasional Cheerio.
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