not the way it should start
Dec. 24th, 2006 08:46 amMy Christmas Eve started at 3:15 a.m. with a sick pup. She's still not at anything like 100%. Fussfussfuss.
Christmas Eve is my holiday. Christmas Day after 9:00 a.m., I'm pretty much done -- I'm cheerful enough about going along with other people's celebrations, including my immediate family's, but the stuff I care about is over by the time the apple bread and cinnamon rolls get scarfed.
Fuss. Fussfuss.
Christmas Eve is my holiday. Christmas Day after 9:00 a.m., I'm pretty much done -- I'm cheerful enough about going along with other people's celebrations, including my immediate family's, but the stuff I care about is over by the time the apple bread and cinnamon rolls get scarfed.
Fuss. Fussfuss.
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Date: 2006-12-24 02:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-24 03:06 pm (UTC)Mmmm... cinnamon rolls sound good. Will you have one for me?
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Date: 2006-12-25 05:18 am (UTC)She's been favoring the right hind leg a bit all day, but I think it was probably unrelated, and she seemed to be getting over it. She wasn't much interested in food until about 9:00, and then suddenly it was Time To Eat. So I think whatever it was, she's past it now -- still recovering a bit, maybe.
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Date: 2006-12-24 05:00 pm (UTC)Happy Holidays!!!
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Date: 2006-12-24 05:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-25 05:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-24 11:52 pm (UTC)