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So I missed several more days (two, I think) since I dropped the ball on this NaBloPoMoFo, but hey, I have not been sitting around shoving pie in my pie hole (not too much anyway.)

Let’s just say working the day after Thanksgiving? Not real fun. I now remember why I always took that day off. Not only is it the most perfect day to sleep in – because there is nothing in this world I want badly enough to go out on those early morning hunting expeditions anymore – but it just seems like I’ve had my days all messed up since the holiday.

Thursday felt like Sunday, because I had to work the next day. Friday felt like Monday in all it’s suck-ass glory. Saturday felt like taking a day off during the week, which is kind of cool. And now it’s Sunday night, which feels, well, like Sunday.

The hubbers and I took shifts babysitting a sick dog last night. Coral, our diva greyhound, was a bit bound up last night and we were afraid she perhaps ate something that was blocking progress, if you know what I mean, which would mean another expensive trip to the emergency vet.

So we fed her a can of pumpkin -on advice from the emergency vet – and waited all night and finally, at dawn’s first light, she made poops! Yay!

As I celebrated over the pile of turds, she looked at me like, wow, you need a hobby, you crazy bitch. She’s not wrong.

Any old hoo, before the dog got her colon plugged up, the hubbers and I spent the day running errands and finishing the Christmas decorations. We spent all day Thursday getting out all the decorations we had from last year and on Saturday we had to go out and get more. Because we are freaks that way.

We had to buy the live tree we put on the deck – we only have artificial trees in the house because of we have a leg-lifter in our pack of pooches. We strung the lights on the deck tree, added our other new touches of candles and garland such. Then I dug out the holiday CDs and then we opened beers and grilled steaks and enjoyed our fuckin’ festive abobe.

I really love our decorations but I really need some damn elves to deck these halls for me, cause this is a shitload of work and I? Am naturally lazy.

So next season I will be advertising for decorating elves – cooking, bartending and pet-sitting skills a plus. Unless I do it all online, my gift shopping may require someone a little more bad ass than an elf. Like a henchman. Or a ninja.

But our house? It is holly and jolly all up in here, yo.