"I haven't missed it."
We've been in the new house for a year now, a year ago yesterday, actually. Mom and Dad keep saying that this year went by so fast and that they still can't believe that it's been more than two since they first got it into their heads that they'd be able to buy this place.
They hired a guy, Gerry, to paint the whole house and it was fun for me 'cause he'd bring his puppy, Duncan, with him once in a while. I liked playing with him (and with his super-cool velcro-covered soccer ball), but I didn't much care for getting blamed for his "accidents". Gerry implicated me in the "Laundry Room Incident", but I don't think Dad believed it for a minute. If my Dad was anything like his Dad, he'd have had the belt off his pants, makin' like Buddy Rich on my backside before you could say "scarred for life".
I've had quite a year, myself. I won't go over the details again in this posting, though. I know how it makes some people scared and others just sad, but it's not such a depressing tale of woe, really. I'm having a great time! Mom and Dad got a tree (my first) and I got to open a few presents early! (They weren't home and the presents weren't really for me, but, hey, if they're on the floor--they're mine!) I even have a Christmas video on YouTube...
Mom and Dad said that since I've been such a good girl, Santa will come tonight. (I hope they left his name at the guard shack). I suppose a velcro-covered soccer ball might be nice, but Santa, if you happen to read my blog, just between you and me, we already have everything we could ever want...
Merry Christmas, everyone!
