Christmas Crash...

In what was probably an ill-advised decision, The Sheep stayed up rather late on Christmas Eve in order that she might follow Santa's progress via NORAD. Can't beat government satellite technology for keeping that holiday feeling all up in the warm and snuggly range...

Thus, I went into this day a bit on the "tuckered out" side. And, quite frankly, the cats were less than impressed by my hourly updates with regard to the big guy's location on the planet. There were a number of dirty looks from various felines after being awoken by high pitched shrieks from Mommy when she just how close Santa was to her house. Bad judgement...they got to sleep in today. I did not.

The Sheep family converged at Mommy and Daddy Sheep's house promptly at 8:00 a.m. for a hearty breakfast followed by frenzied gift opening and stocking attacks. Baby Brother Sheep brought New Girlfriend Sheep Who We Like and Daughter Of New Girlfriend Sheep as well as my new little canine nephew, Sarge The Wonder Dog. Sarge distinguished himself early in the day by leaving a lovely little present of his very own making in Daddy Sheep's office and is forever near and dear to my heart for his courage and valor. Daddy Sheep took it in stride despite the less than mature reaction of a certain Sheep who enjoyed this part of the day far more than she should have.

All in all, a nice day was had by all and it was so much the better for my being back at hearth and home, nap-ready and full to the brim with ham and chocolate, by early afternoon.

There is a new and wonderful fiber-related addition to The Sheep household as a result of the holiday giving, but we will all just have to wait until I have things a bit more organized before the viewing. It's a hum-dinger, though...to say that I am a happy Sheepie would be an understatement. Let's just say that it rhymes with "Bully Finder!" And that I now need to save my pennies to buy a few extra of something that rhymes with, "Robins." Hee-hee!!!

And thus ends another happy holiday for The Sheep. I will leave you all to the remainder of your evening with this little image. Here is the last thing you see before being attacked by four pounds of canine fury:

Pretty intimidating, huh?

SA