Decided to get a jump on things this year — broke out the holiday decorations a few days after Thanksgiving and spent the afternoon Christmastizing the house. Everything’s done but the tree and I gotta say — feeling pree-tty durn proud of myself.
MP was so excited, she spent the entire time buzzing from one box to another, emptying contents, arranging displays and generally acting the part of whirling dervish. This? Is what I love about the holidays. Pure joy. Not to mention, we managed to avoid Black Friday’s crushing mobs of insanity, which made the weekend all the more sweet.
Dinner was ready by 6 p.m. — a Pie House rarity — and while I finished cleaning up, MP ate in HER kitchen. Which, by the way, happens to be nicer than MINE. I can’t tell you the satisfaction I get playing in that thing. Almost as much as the Cathouse. (Really just a dollhouse inhabited by the Cat Family, I’m considering changing the name now that I see it in writing again. Mustang Ranch, perhaps?)
Not 10 minutes later, she was out.
In mid-chew, no less.