What I want for Christmas

is a mu mu. That's it. I also want people to stop bringing candy and chocolate and cake and goodies and free lunch and all kinds of delectable things. Between all the crap that people bring to work and force me to eat, and being too sick to go for my beloved walks I've not lost a pound. In fact I've gained everything back. And yes, it is everyone else's fault.

**********DISCLAIMER**********

This does not mean I wish to forfeit any Christmas care package from my mom including any delectable treats. I especially don't wish to forfeit any pressed cookies or sugar cookies. I also don't want to forfeit any thumbprint cookies. Christmas wouldn't be Christmas without such goodies, and without them what would I have to resolve at the New Year to work off if I were a skinny little waif.

RIP Max

I won't say anything about "hog heaven" in my writings. As you may have heard, George Clooney's beloved pot bellied pig, Max, died. He was 18 which is very old for a pig. Apparently, George was a great daddy. It's made me very sad, especially with all the Charlotte's Web trailers making me cry. But this cheers me up, a nice 80's shot of George & Max. Gotta love the hair.

Want some more... turkey?

Here's my brother fighting with his first Thanksgiving turkey. He prepared us a grand meal and Blah & I kicked butt at Scrabble. Remember, kids, S's can do it all. The only bad thing about the trip to Boulder was that it was too short.