Come on, tell the truth. How many of you want antlers on your head?
And of course little Miss Perfect looks adorable. As always. What do those valley girls say, "Gag me with a spoon?" No, I am NOT jealous.
So anyway, the boy has been grumpy because of this Santa thing. Memere talked to him and told him Santa was love but he's not buying it. He was grumpy at his cello lesson and mom was worried. Then they came home and ate dinner and he started watching Iron Chef America. Mom was watching it with him. She was lying flat on her back on the couch and Lucky and I jumped up on her.
The black under my belly is mom's sweatshirt. My butt was up against the right side of her head, and on her right shoulder. I was on her right arm.
I know this is a little fuzzy, but this is how Lucky sleeps on mom. Not that mom minded, because she fell sound asleep and started snoring! LOUDLY! Even dad said it was loud. She woke up after it was over, asked who won, and figured she better post the blog, then hit the hay. Tomorrow her best friend of 27 years is supposed to come over and make bread with her and hang out. Yup, like they're gonna get a lot done. NOT! See you then.