(And yes, that’s a stack of boxes and wrapping paper trash behind her head.)
Sissy’s just not sure about that giant, not-crunchy peppermint toy. Sissy, Gretchen and cousin Sam each got an Orbee of some sort for Christmas. Gretchen was nuts about her pink ball, and Sam wouldn’t even let my sister remove the packaging before she dashed off with her bone, but Sissy isn’t as into her mint.
We’ve had a very lovely Christmas, and tomorrow, we’ll provide more details, but now, we’re going to call it a night. I have to work tomorrow. The Knight is off the rest of the year, and if he wasn’t going grocery shopping tomorrow, I might be bitter. (Check with me tomorrow, when I’m at work and he’s not. Or better yet, next week…)
This photo’s for Anita. We’ll be spinning in your room, behind closed doors next time you visit. With Sissy’s fascination with bobbins, and Gretchen’s with roving, it’s the only safe way to spin.
The Orbee ball does seem to distract her from the roving she stole from “your” room at some point today while I was carrying presents out. NOTHING is sacred in my home.
Merry Christmas, and happy Dogs on Thursday, if anyone else is celebrating that…