All is well.
May all your dreams come true...
Susie
 What do you mean you can't wait TWO DAYS till Christmas?
"GRAB HER! SHE'S GOING DOWN!" I gasped and plugged my ears. What good that would do if she fell, I haven't a clue. But at least I wouldn't have heard her crash through the poinsettias and land  THREE DAYS before the main event. Ahhh...gifts are wrapped and ready to deliver to family and friends. Tomorrow. It's time for a glass of wine and try to figure out how the heck I punched the wrong button on the bread machine. THREE HOURS??? You've got to be kidding. I needed "dough". Not a loaf of bread. I have no idea how to stop this thing...even unplugging it doesn't make it stop. I do believe the LITTLE RED ELF had something to do with this. I'd been warned...  FOUR DAYS till Christmas?
and you want me to take a NAP? Seriously? Are you nuts? Last minute orders are delivered except for two. The paper shredder is jammed. Glue gun is stuck. Again. Out of tape? Can't be. I bought the last truckload after Christmas last year. It's here somewhere... Can you please make the bed? Hubby walks by and plops in recliner. Now, please? It's not dry. Dryer stopped ten minutes ago and clean sheets are draped over the bed. Hubby looks around from said recliner. Oh.  FIVE days till Christmas.
If you're a parent or a teacher, I'm sure the anticipation of Christmas combined with a full moon a week before Christmas has your stress level peaking close to catastrophic stroke numbers. Smooth move, Santa...who would've guessed you'd trade in the guidance of the full moon and Rudolph's nose for a GPS and LEDs. Gee thanks, Big Guy. Full moon belongs on Christmas eve, thank you very much!  SIX days till the BIG DAY
and most of the packages remain intact. Leave it to Ryleigh to remedy that minor detail and discover the magic of Christmas. Early. Ryleigh is the Yorkie pup our son brought home without our permission and we promptly fell in love (also without permission). After the first few weeks, I told my son if my grandchildren acted like Miss Riles, I was moving to Italy. Permanently. I teased him, but truth be known, this little dog immediately captured my heart. It took our 8 year-old Shih Tzu, Sadie, a little longer to warm up to her (3 weeks to the day), but when she finally did, they became inseparable buddies. Now Sadie thinks she's a puppy too. What one doesn't figure out, the other does. Perfect combination for trouble.  Seven days till Christmas...
Our dogs have their own Christmas stockings that hang next to ours. We lost our Tigger Boy in the summer of 2012 and although we no longer hang his stocking, I haven't the heart to part with it. In May, our son brought home a Yorkie puppy, named her Ryleigh, and when our Sadie Girl finally warmed up to her, she would mope around the house whenever our son took Ryleigh with him for a weekend out of town. |
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