Momma Said There'll Be Days Like This

I was hurrying to get to the pharmacy before they closed.

How the Cat Stole Christmas

Jill is my best friend. You may be thinking "What? Her best friend isn't her husband?" Well, let me explain. He's just not the same kind of best friend. More than likely, only those of you with life-long best friends can understand. Jill and I were inseparable growing up. Even though we have lived in different states, miles and miles apart for many years, when we do get together there is no "warming up" or getting "re-acquainted". It's as if nothing at all has changed.      

I tell you this because I was pondering December blog topics, trying to remember if I had any bad Christmas memories. I couldn't think of any, other than occasionally being sick with the flu and whatnot. However, I remembered my friend having one very sad Christmas growing up. Jill came from a large family and all she asked for that particular year was a bird. When Christmas day came, Jill called me on the telephone and tried her best not to cry as she told me Santa had indeed brought her a bird. BUT...her cat ate it that morning! At first I thought she was joking, but she was dead serious (no pun intended).

I wonder if she has ever shared that memory with her children? If she hasn't, she should :)

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Oh Crap.

A Kindergarten boy pooped in a urinal today. Anybody care to explain the science of how this is even possible? He is five!

Enough said.