I love Christmas. I love everything about it. I can't wait to pull out my tree and get it decorated. I get a little thrill every time I get a Christmas card in the mail. I love Christmas shopping and baking Christmas cookies. It's all great for me.
This year, however, I think the Grinch is out to ruin my Christmas. It all started yesterday when Bob and I got home from work. As is our routine, we set down our bags and start letting the dogs out of their respective rooms. Champ comes toddling down the stairs and goes in search of a present to give us (usually a dirty sock). Schlafly cries until we let her out of the kennel so she can jump all over us while soaking us in loving slobber. Then there is Hunter.
Hunter used to be allowed out in the house while we were gone, but he started peeing on things. To fix this problem we started locking him in the kitchen. It worked fine until he started peeing on the stove, right in the drawer where my baking pans are. The final straw was when he got into the cabinet and ate most of a giant bag of egg noodles. Hunter is now kept in the bathroom when we are gone. We have to pull out the magazine rack, toilet paper, rugs, laundry baskets and towels lest they be pulled out and peed on or shredded. It's annoying, but livable.
Last night, however, Hunter took it up a notch. We came home to find that he had chewed up a tube of toothpaste which was all over his back and butt. Schlafly found it rather enjoyable, but that's another issue entirely. He also jumped onto the sink, opened the medicine cabinet and pulled everything out. He managed to open a bottle of antihistimine and spread them all over the floor. Luckily he didn't eat any.
So anyway ... last night started out rough, and it only got worse from there. I was planning on making toasted ravioli for dinner, so I started the oven when we got home. I pulled out my bag of ravioli and put them on the tray and baked them. I was surprised when I pulled them out of the oven because they never browned like they usually do. This would be, of course, because I bought the kind you are supposed to fry. GENIOUS!! Needless to say, dinner was less than delicious.
Later on I went into the bathroom to get some lotion for my hands. They appear to belong to a 65 year old woman, so I thought a little moisture was in order. I proceeded to take off my wedding rings and as I reached for my lotion, my engagement ring fell. CLINK! My heart about stopped when I realized it fell down the vent. I called Bob and we looked and looked and looked for it. We had to take the ductwork apart to get to it. Wouldn’t you know that the only thing stopping my ring from falling all the way to no man’s land was the giant pile of lab hair that was built up in the duct (I’m an awesome housekeeper!). I was so thankful that Bob didn’t get all screamy or stabby at me. He just helped me find my ring like the awesome husband he is!
So anyway, I’m now trying to regain my Christmas spirit with a little Josh Groban action. His version of O Holy Night is one of my all time favorites.
This year, however, I think the Grinch is out to ruin my Christmas. It all started yesterday when Bob and I got home from work. As is our routine, we set down our bags and start letting the dogs out of their respective rooms. Champ comes toddling down the stairs and goes in search of a present to give us (usually a dirty sock). Schlafly cries until we let her out of the kennel so she can jump all over us while soaking us in loving slobber. Then there is Hunter.
Hunter used to be allowed out in the house while we were gone, but he started peeing on things. To fix this problem we started locking him in the kitchen. It worked fine until he started peeing on the stove, right in the drawer where my baking pans are. The final straw was when he got into the cabinet and ate most of a giant bag of egg noodles. Hunter is now kept in the bathroom when we are gone. We have to pull out the magazine rack, toilet paper, rugs, laundry baskets and towels lest they be pulled out and peed on or shredded. It's annoying, but livable.
Last night, however, Hunter took it up a notch. We came home to find that he had chewed up a tube of toothpaste which was all over his back and butt. Schlafly found it rather enjoyable, but that's another issue entirely. He also jumped onto the sink, opened the medicine cabinet and pulled everything out. He managed to open a bottle of antihistimine and spread them all over the floor. Luckily he didn't eat any.
So anyway ... last night started out rough, and it only got worse from there. I was planning on making toasted ravioli for dinner, so I started the oven when we got home. I pulled out my bag of ravioli and put them on the tray and baked them. I was surprised when I pulled them out of the oven because they never browned like they usually do. This would be, of course, because I bought the kind you are supposed to fry. GENIOUS!! Needless to say, dinner was less than delicious.
Later on I went into the bathroom to get some lotion for my hands. They appear to belong to a 65 year old woman, so I thought a little moisture was in order. I proceeded to take off my wedding rings and as I reached for my lotion, my engagement ring fell. CLINK! My heart about stopped when I realized it fell down the vent. I called Bob and we looked and looked and looked for it. We had to take the ductwork apart to get to it. Wouldn’t you know that the only thing stopping my ring from falling all the way to no man’s land was the giant pile of lab hair that was built up in the duct (I’m an awesome housekeeper!). I was so thankful that Bob didn’t get all screamy or stabby at me. He just helped me find my ring like the awesome husband he is!
So anyway, I’m now trying to regain my Christmas spirit with a little Josh Groban action. His version of O Holy Night is one of my all time favorites.
Whenever I listen to Josh Groban, I can never forget his performance at the Emmy’s. He sang a medley of TV show theme songs that always makes me laugh.
Well, I’m feeling better. Merry Christmas!
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