Yoga (to counteract the cake)
My dog (And my mom. And Christmas!)
This is a photo of my grandmother's (Flossy's) mother. Everyone called her Dolly because she was born premature and when she was a baby she was, apparently, the size of a doll. And here she is holding two dead pheasants.
Now, I can't tell you why she's holding two dead pheasants, but I like to think that she's the one who shot them since she looks so happy about them. I wouldn't be too happy about holding two dead birds that someone else killed. And since we're related I can reliably say that Dolly felt the same way.
I think this photo explains a lot about my family.