Bow Wows Are Fine . . . But No Bows!

As a follow-up to last week’s “dog in a dress” post, while I remain unconvinced of the girls’ argument that “she likes it,” I will concede that Isa doesn’t seem to protest the treatment.  On the other hand, I am personally pleased to note that Isa has made her feelings abundantly clear that she draws the line at wearing bows in her fur.

But It’s REALLY Funny To Me

Before I forget, a quick Christmas memory that made me happy:

At one point L’s Mother was talking about how she wanted everyone in the house to have a good holiday even if she had to use “the power of her mind” to make that happen.

Having literally waited years for this particular opening, I turned with a smirk and asked her if that meant she was wishing us a “Jolly Svengali Christmas.”

Maybe I’m the only one who finds that funny.

In That Case The Dog Is Tucked Up In A Bedroom, THEN I Answer The Door

It’s funny how one can discover one’s limits.  For instance, I have no problem scooping up a wiggling and yapping little dog and tucking her under one arm when I answer the door.  But as I discovered yesterday, I will not answer the door like that when said dog has been dressed in a ballerina outfit by the girls.

You Can’t Hand In What You Don’t Have

After yesterday’s post someone told me to hand in my “glitter card.”

I’m just going to let that one sit there.

A Christmas PSA

There is such a thing as too much glitter on your wrapping paper, and if the person who opens the present afterwards finds themselves looking like they just came off a wild night in Vegas with Tinkerbell, there was definitely too much glitter!

Sounds Like A South Florida Christmas To Me

I’m trying to get into the Christmas spirit, but I’m obviously only having “limited success,” so let’s see if I can find something good to write about.

Let’s see . . . it’s a pretty day, and that huge mosquito is on the other side of my window, so that’s pretty good.

Something I Learned From Watching American Politics

There’s no point in trying to shame someone who doesn’t feel shame over what you’re trying to shame them over, but that doesn’t stop people from trying.

I’m Pretty Sure It Doesn’t Work That Way (It Never Did For Me, At Least)

Over the years I’ve watched a lot of people self-destruct.  Sometimes they do it quickly, sometimes slowly, sometimes they pull out of it, and sometimes they . . . don’t.  One commonality I’ve noticed though is they all seem to approach it like they’re trying to reach a quota of destroying enough good things in their life so they can “earn” happiness.

It Was Like A Christmas Miracle

“Dad, I’m stuck,” my son told me this morning.

Glancing over my shoulder at his “predicament,” I found myself doubting that since we’d played this game before.  “Then this would be a good time to figure out how to get yourself unstuck,” I told him.

“Can you help me?” he asked.

“I think I can,” I replied.  “I’m going to give you motivation to get yourself unstuck.  You work on that while I go poke around in your room for a bit.”

“I’m unstuck!” he announced even before I had fully gotten out of my chair.

Yes, There Were People In The Kitchen, My Mood’s Not THAT Odd!

I’m in a odd mood today.  This morning I walked into the kitchen and announced, “I’m just here to get a cup of tea; nobody has to get hurt.  No, really.  Nobody has to get hurt because I’m just here to get a cup of tea.”