Without an alcoholic beverage. Yes, there was a pot of coffee in there someplace, and a christmas cookie. Or two. Okay, you got me, FOUR.
Anyway, it’s probably a good time to cut back on drinking now that somebody has gone and made a cocktail that costs $950. Yeah.
For that price, it better come with Carmen Electra…
Our dog, a retriever.
She keeps running up to me carrying various toys/food that the kids have somehow let her have. Followed by a running and/or crying child to file their complaint that they have been wronged.
I’d stop it but it’s wildly entertaining. Just now it was a wooden Santa that plays an obnoxious greeting-card version of “wish you a merry christmas.” I’ve been trying to get that away from my son all morning, and the dog goes and does it for me.
Dashing…
I haven’t yet decided if this is a good thing or bad thing, but I haven’t had an alcoholic beverage since Thursday. I’m writing this at 10:20 on Saturday night, partly to stomp on that urge to run buy something before they quit selling booze tonite.
So, err, there.