Zillions of Diltses

Did I ever tell you that story about my brother? Did I fail to make it clear which one of these three I was talking about?[The one in the middle is my dad.]  Oh, that's not a great picture of Simon.  Here he is with a Martini made of chocolate and Marshmallows, FTLOG: And anyway, brothers don't make up nearly half of the Diltses these days:

Andrew is the one sublimating between my mom and Joanna.

Merry Christmas Everybody

I took most of the day off for obvisous reasons.

Spasiba Tovorisch!

Mom read my chocolate prune post and liked the idea. Tatiana read her nostalgic comment and had her mom send two whole bags of two different varieties of chocolate-covered prune all the way from Moscow.  Mom likes them both.

Holiday Traditions

It wouldn't be a Dilts Family Christmas without a trip to a fancy-pants suburban mall.  Usually it's not this snowy: How fancy-pantsy was it?  Well, there were your standard creepy mezmerizers:

The under-escalator grand piano players:

And, new this year, theoretical cars on the floor will smash into your foot FOR FREE:

GAZE UPON IT IN TERROR AND WONDER

A COMPUTER THAT SEWS!  nay....... Embroiders.  Your Doom.

Homonculography

Joanna learned something new about her place of birth today. She saw a bunch of people at the airport doing this:Matt explained that the distinctive shape of the lower part of michigan leads everybody to point to their hands when they describe where they live. If you live here long enough, you don't even need two hands:

Outside Help

I guess things in Detroit are getting pretty out of hand.