Babygirl has an appointment at CHOP today. It is a testament to how routine this has become that I am still sitting on my couch with a dog in my lap, drinking coffee, and enjoying my Christmas decorations. She is still sleeping. So would I be, but Simon the SeniorDog got up to pee at 3:30, and then realized he forgot some other urgent outdoor business at 4, and by that time I knew it was time to just give up and make coffee. In about 2 minutes he'll think it's time for breakfast LOL.
Maisey has utterly ignored the Christmas tree. I expected her to be a problem. It's LARRY who keeps rubbing his head into the branches. Last night Capone yelled at him for it. That seemed an unlikely turn of events all the way around. Who can predict dogs??
There were four grandkids here yesterday. I can tell. Every picture frame in my living room is askew because of the vibrations from the running and yelling. They each settled long enough to make a gift for their moms for Christmas, and my tree is still standing. Next Saturday is Cookie Day. I think I need to buy more wine.
Lord help me: Squeaker wants to learn to crochet. I. Am. Not. A. Good. Teacher. Just ask Citygirl.
Random thoughts on a random morning. Pray for us as we head into the Poconos in the cold, rainy dark.
DeeDee
If only coocoolady was still around to teach. :(
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