So much to write about...
For Christmas, my son got his 8th and 9th guitars. Each one seems to be louder than the one before.
My daughter found a wild lizard and swears the lizard loves her. I tried to explain to her that the poor thing was in shock since it was asleep in hibernation and therefore was delirious.
My other daughter moved away to college, and in case she gets cold feet and decides to come back home I suggested to my wife we immediately sell our house and buy the house next door, and if we get different cars she would never know where we lived.
My wife and I keep overcooking the cookies for Taylors and the only logical solution is to get extra ice cream to overcome the burnt edges.
I have decided to give my dogs, Houdini 1 and Houdini 2, the rest of the cookies so they will be too fat to jump over the fence.
I am so freaking glad the Holidays are over. I have gained so much around my waist I can see my dogs snickering when they look my way.