A Family Tradition!

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Every Christmas, like most Jewish families, my family goes out for a movie and chinese food. Somehow, it's become a Jewish tradition that we sometimes mix up with my favorite Indian food, but either way it's pretty popular and the theater and restaurants are always packed. This year, since my honey and I are house sitting, my fam made plans to do the dinner and chinese without us. I was a little bummed (has anyone else not seen Tangled yet??) but E and I used the time wisely and worked on our invitations. Thus far we have pockets, main cards, and RSVP envelopes printed and assembled for 90 invitations. Woohoo! Unfortunately, we haven't yet figured out how to get our hotel accommodation and RSVP cards to print without cutting off half the page and we still have another 30 invitations to go. We're getting closer though and I like feeling like we're accomplishing things, one of my bridesmaid dresses has even shipped! Hopefully, as the new year creeps closer, we'll be able to start making reservations for the tables/chairs/linens/dinnerware and will be able to find a DJ we like as well.   

This year for his own christmas present, our family dog decided to help himself to about two pounds of mustard covered pretzels, a box of milk chocolate truffles and a box of peppermint truffles, wrappers and all. This is a pretty common occurrence for our pup who although he is fat and lazy, has been known to scale walls in search of something sweet. This year he somehow got his short sheltie legs up onto a dining room chair and was able to climb onto the dining room table to help himself to a gift basket. Since he's eaten far more chocolate and been fine in the past, my mom opted not to have us take him to the vet and instead we watched him carefully while we printed and assembled. We left him fat and happy in the evening, if a little more quiet than usual, and he had no problem wolfing down his dinner and some duck cookies. 

Once my mom got home, she decided he was a little too quiet and imagined his breath to be a bit labored. Against our experience, and any dog-chocolate manual that will tell you he'd need to eat his body weight in milk chocolate to be in danger, my mom took him to an emergency vet. The doctor there was very friendly and after hearing that my mom had been out to chinese and a movie, revealed that he himself was also Jewish and his parents had spent the day doing the exact same thing. As far as our pup was concerned, he was just fine but had eaten too much and was suffering from an overly full stomach. Go figure! To cap off the evening, my mom treated me, with the dog in tow, to some late night indian food, since Christmas just isn't complete without some sort of ethnic meal :)