It's snowing here and of course the dogs like it.
Me, I am trying to get as close to the fire without blistering my butt.
Harold has one of those Mr. Fixit days:
He told me real proudly that he combed two felts out of Decibel. (She is getting that adult coat, winter wool and puppy wool coming and going, she felts a lot).
So I look at Decibel and am completely confused. She was covered in straw, grass clippings, leaves, twigs, small branches and other yard material. Covered.
"How did you pick the two spots to comb?"
Harold was still happy about his achievement, but one look at the girl, and he couldn't believe it.
Butbutbut... he stuttered like the motor boat.
He combed her, she was sleeping on the couch. How she got outside, rolled around, came back and slept on the couch again, he could not figure out.
(I can't figure it out either, but she does this to me about three times a day, so I am used to it).
Next Harold takes apart the toaster. It requires power tools. I didn't know the thing was broken, but okay. He shows me the mechanism, how it turns on, when you push the bread down. Cool. Then he says: "Well, I was trying to get the bottom off, to clean out the toaster, but I guess you can't disassemble it".
He got real mad at me when I showed him that there is a flap you open and shake the crumbs out. You need a fingernail, or in my case, a knife. No power tools. As I am prying the flap open he keeps telling me that I am breaking it, that it won't work etc. Only I have done it before, and my memory is still good enough.
Well, yesterday we melted some of the beeswax to try and make candles. Apparently there was so much crap and dead bees in the wax, that we made some dead bug smokers instead. So much for making honey smelling candles. Singed bees smell just about like toasted roaches... Ahh the holidays.
What is Mom doing with all that colored paper? What are presents?
Just looking, and nobody started unwrapping yet!
I was a very good girl all year!
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