Dad plays Kinect

Best. Christmas. EVER! Hahahahah!!!

Ps. The sound effects are ALL him. This is the gift that just keeps on giving.

Always,

L

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An Open Letter to my Pitt Bull

Hey Lady,

We need to have a little chat. Let me start by saying that I love you. I really do, but some things have got to change. Your gas? Girl it has gotten WAY out of hand. Waking up to a methane gas burning my nose AND my eyes isn't exactly my idea of a good morning. I'm thinking this might have something to do with the fact that you eat cat shit from our yard. In fact, that might be the cause of your unbearable breath situation too, but we'll touch on that a little later.

Let's address this other thing you do in the morning. You know what I'm talking about. That thing where you decide the world needs to be awake at the crack of dawn and you somehow think you were appointed WAKE THE WHOLE EFFING HOUSE UP queen? Unacceptable. If you roo in my face before 7am one more time I will end you.

Oh and when it rains, and there's that noise in the sky? It's thunder. Yes we heard it and NO climbing underneath me and shaking profusely will not make it stop. If you have to do something to calm your nerves, bother Toga. Lord knows that's why we have TWO dogs. Entertain yourselves.

I'm not completely insensitive though. I know you recently lost your partner in crime/best friend. It was hard on all of us and I'm working on your dad to try and get a replacement. But if you keep up with these obnoxious shenanigans you are going to be lonely for a LONG time. You are not helping either of our cases by being such a pain.

And lastly, I want to congratulate you on your recent discovery of your unnatural jumping abilities. Kuddos on being able to clear the sorry excuse for a fence we have in the back of our yard. Here's the thing though. Next time you decide to do this at 11 at night...be prepared to sleep OUTSIDE. Yes I said it. And I'm not above praying for it to thunder all night either to teach you a lesson. Chasing you around the neighborhood in my pjs is not something I have the patience for. So knock it off.

I know you think I have officially retired your kennel but consider this your final warning. Shape up or prepare for lock up.

Sincerely,

Mom

Just for you...

...yes YOU, my kindred spirit. Because of you, because of the friendship we are able to maintain with every obstacle against us, I still believe in magic. I believe that sometimes, if you are really lucky, you get to have what we have, or at least what I have in you. A person that makes you feel whole. Someone who, aside from my husband (actually sometimes instead of), is the FIRST person I want to tell everything to. I know what we have was originally forged from our distant bloodline but what we've made of it in spite of our distance in geography is incredible. If I'm being honest, it scares me a little, how much you mean to me. It scares me because I sincerely can't handle the idea of ever living in a world without you in it. Maybe its the time of year that has me all sentimental. Maybe its because this time last Christmas I was more excited about your upcoming visit than anything Santa could possibly bring me. Maybe its because you are my biggest blog cheerleader, so as soon as I sat down to write, you were on my mind. Whatever it is, I just want you to know that I'll never take you for granted. EVER. I know how blessed I am to have you.  Thank you for being everything I need, exactly when I need it. I only hope I can be as steady a constant and as true of a friend as you've been to me. I love you with every piece of my heart.

Always,

L