When it comes to Christmas time, I think people fall into one of two categories:
a) Those who finish their Christmas shopping early, giftwrap the heck of their presents, buy and decorate their tree the day after Thanksgiving, and are now just sitting back eating their home-baked cookies waiting for Santa to arrive. Well let me just tell you, Santa does not exist…. so keep on waiting honey.
I’m just bitter because I fall into this category:
b) the category of people who still have pumpkins sitting on their front porch.
Plus, Evan says we can’t buy our tree until mid-December. He’s paranoid it’s going to dry-out and catch on fire. Neurotic? A little.
And, our oldest dog (seen here) is terrified of everything. Not-so-loud noises, boxes, my purse, our kitchen (sure, the knotty pine kinda scares me too, but c’mon) I’m a little worried about his reaction to a six-foot tree entering our house. He’s been known to be in freak mode for days on end.
Then, there’s the three pounds of mischief with teeth of a piranha who thinks she needs to eat everything and thus perpetually has diarrhea.
Meet Nora (yes, we gave her a human name. What? ) aka My Little Shit Machine.
Look! She even wants to eat our oldest dog. I’m worried she’s going to think the Christmas tree will be her next meal.