On the 5th day of...

So. I made the mistake of leaving my purse on the floor last night. Bijour and Cinnamon found the treat bag of dreamy dark chocolate truffles and candies from the costco christmas party. Now it will be even harder to distinguish the spots of fudge on the rug from small helpers and the telltale remnants of a wiener dog holiday candy orgy. I vote we put in hardwood floors next week. seriously. I'm not kidding.

Speaking of next week, when I am moving, I hope you are all ready to come and load up another uhaul. I found a house, and I am actually excited. You are all invited to come visit (or live) with me in my rambling log cabin on the river. It's like heaven, only a little colder. I am super excited to see if Truck loses weight chasing deer, or running from the neighbor's pellet gun. I'm gonna have to have a talk with trent. maybe I can trade him a case of beer for dog trespassing rights.

The girls left me last night, with their arms full of their most prized posessions. I missed them before they even left, after all the time I have spent fantasizing about my "time off". The nice thing about being in Northport is that when they have the holidays at the other house, I will just be right down the road. It feels good. I know it's not the forever answer, but it feels good.

Another discovery I made yesterday was that the back yard is no longer daschund proof. They found a breach in the air/space continuum and have been making chronic treks to the Boyds porch, just to see if anyone is home. Well, that's why cinnamon goes. Bijour is looking for more chocolate. I am still bitter about that, if you didn't know. So that means I can't leave the chocolate consumers outside to do their evil deeds while I am at work. Hardwood floors?

oops... gotta get dressed for work. it's the holidays.