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Pupster-boy 1 (10) blackmailed Mrs. Pupster with “I’ll tell Pupster-boy 2 (8) about Santa unless I get to eat Santa’s cookies.”
Pupster boy 2 gave me a “pfft” when I told him to stay in bed or Santa won’t show up; I think he’s been faking the whole “Santa deal” at least this year, possibly longer.
We watched “A Christmas Story” before bedtime last night, and both Pupster boys got Red Rider Carbine Action Air Rifles for Christmas, but neither thought they were “the best Christmas present ever”. Might as well have been socks and underwear.
*sigh*
If anyone needs me, I’ll be drinking and plinking beer cans in the garage.
May Peace, Love, and Hope, the three hippy horsemen of the Pupocalypse descend upon Chez Michael with gifts of Jack Daniels, Rose Bowl merchandise, and Prozac inhalers.
I’ve been drinking, but I can still hit the “B” on a Budweiser can from 15 feet (short garage).
Sleep well, citizens; you want Pupster on that wall. You need Pupster on that wall.
Merry Christmas Pups. No assembly for me this year, but I’m doing some baking.
Peace to you and your family.
Thanks KC, back atcha.
Pupster-boy 1 (10) blackmailed Mrs. Pupster with “I’ll tell Pupster-boy 2 (8) about Santa unless I get to eat Santa’s cookies.”
Pupster boy 2 gave me a “pfft” when I told him to stay in bed or Santa won’t show up; I think he’s been faking the whole “Santa deal” at least this year, possibly longer.
The dog just ate Santa’s cookies.
I love Christmas.
Merry Christmas, Pupster family. Remember the job is not done right unless you have parts left over.
Merry Christmas!
Oh, and Pupster, YOU are supposed to eat the cookies.
Brew and Elzbth, thanks.
We watched “A Christmas Story” before bedtime last night, and both Pupster boys got Red Rider Carbine Action Air Rifles for Christmas, but neither thought they were “the best Christmas present ever”. Might as well have been socks and underwear.
*sigh*
If anyone needs me, I’ll be drinking and plinking beer cans in the garage.
Merry Christmas from Family Michael to the Pupster Kennel.
Michael,
Thanks man.
May Peace, Love, and Hope, the three hippy horsemen of the Pupocalypse descend upon Chez Michael with gifts of Jack Daniels, Rose Bowl merchandise, and Prozac inhalers.
I’ve been drinking, but I can still hit the “B” on a Budweiser can from 15 feet (short garage).
Sleep well, citizens; you want Pupster on that wall. You need Pupster on that wall.
Thanks for sharing! Keep up the nice work. -Jamie Dolan – Neenah, WI