So my last two days at home have been uneventful. The tree is lying in the middle of the living room floor, dropping needles everywhere on the carpet. Dad hasn't gotten round to putting it up yet.
I wrapped up my presents to everyone else yesterday.
They're all going to church-I went last night.
Spritey's throwing a fit in the kennel because she senses that she's getting left out of something again. She refuses to let this slide, and so she's complaining for everyone to hear.
Between the minty hippos, the rubber chicken up in the living room light fixture, the stuffed tiger with elf ears, and Anna stressing out over small things that really don't matter that much, I think I may have gone off into the Twilight Zone.
Oh, and forgot to mention that I kicked butt at Yahtzee yesterday, despite the outward appearance that I was losing half the time.
Gotta go. Spritey's "talking" in the kennel and what's she's saying isn't very nice.
Ta,
Bec
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