Christmas-ish Stuff

The tree is up, the lights are hung! Now if only we can keep the dog and the cat from climbing the tree this year, we'll be set!

Oh yeah, Becky's still pregnant! Wooo-hooo!

Had a lovely weekend, did breakfast and a trip to Fleet Farm with Ma and Pa Watson yesterday. Turns out (and this may be a shock to some of you) I'm a bit of a smart-ass. I know, I didn't see this coming either. We got a lovely new bird feeder for the back yard, after spending about twenty minutes debating the ins and outs of cedar 'house' feeders versus the upright cylinders. After that, it was off to look at the pop-up ice-fishing houses. I know, how wild and crazy. What is it about ice fishing that gets people all hot and bothered to go out and sit in a vinyl/wood/titanium structure for hours on end, staring in to a deep dark hole of freeeeeeezing cold water?

The high point of the trip though, was at the checkout. So we're ringing everything up, and McCheese is doing his best "I can bag things" routine. As we were leaving, I leaned over towards the cashier and casually stated "we're taking him back to the home now". Now Dad was already on his way out the door (he's always in a hurry), but Mom and Becky overheard, and I thought we were going to have to call for oxygen for the both of them. Dad never quite heard the comment, until about 20 minutes later as Beck and I had stopped off at Target to pick up some more Christmas lights and I get a phone call. It's Dad.

"Your mother says I can stay at the house for a bit before she has to take me back to the Home."

And you people wonder where I get it?