Happy Christmas

Buddy, the miniature dachshund, took off with his toy, being chased by Melody Joy, the little girl. Buddy glances over his shoulder, moving a little faster as his pursuer catches up. Safety lies beneath the pickup truck, where the tiny dog hides.

As MJ kneels to look beneath the vehicle, Buddy shoots out the other side, flying behind her and heading for the house. He looks back to see her still crouching. Victory!

Melody Joy: outsmarted by a dog.

To All A Good Morning

Rising at 6:30 AM, even before the sun rose this morning, I wandered downstairs. And began making more candy. And, then, I went back upstairs to finish wrapping Christmas presents. And, then, I paid some bills. And, then, I went downstairs again to finish the candy I started earlier. And, then, I blogged.

Time: 8:15 AM.

This is not normal.

Not Living Up To The Hype

Every single person in my office recommended The Dark Knight.

“It’s the single best movie of the year.”
“Heath Ledger is genius.”
“You MUST see this film.”
“What!?!?! You haven’t seen it yet?!?!?!”

Even the kid at Blockbuster was in on the marketing. “You are going to love it. I can’t believe you haven’t seen it yet!”

I could go on. But I won’t. Because I hated this film. In twenty minutes, I was done. At an hour, I wanted my money back.

I. Watched. The. Whole. Damn. Thing.

I’d like those two-and-a-half hours of my life back, please.

Sleep Injuries

Don’t know how I managed to torque my upper back while I was sleeping, but it happened. And it hurts like a mother!

Four advil & a glass of wine help. But, I’ll bet some of what they gave my dad* would work even better.

*My dad had spinal surgery on his cervical vertebrae yesterday. Apparently he’s feeling so much better, he made a pass at my mom. At the hospital. In public. *gasp*