Yup, the only thing worse than having your planet eaten is finding out that it was for no reason. That’s assuming you somehow survive to get the news.
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Remember last Thanksgiving? Olive tried to shoot Hazel with a food musket, but there was no food in there, only stuff (socks, coins, etc.).
Well this year, Hazel’s locked and loaded with live ammunition and isn’t afraid to use it! Someone’s going to have to clean up the bag of cat food that got caught in the crossfire. I’ll give you a a hint. It’ll be me.
I don’t think there’s any way Milton will be able to convince Brad to see a documentary about yams. I’d watch one, though. I’d be all over it.
On second thought, I’d probably just watch whatever superhero thing they do next.
As Christmas draws ever near, I can’t help but think back to one of my favorite memories from last year.
I was goofing around with a remote control Hot Wheels based on the Tumbler from the recent Batman movies (someone knows me very well). The cats were going particularly insane at the thing; I think because it was about the size and speed of a mouse. They got so fixated on it that they failed to notice each other and collided in the center of Georgia’s playroom.
Georgia, who was one year old at the time, was so delighted at the spectacle, she ran to the center of the room and started dancing with all her might. It was then that I realized the best Christmases involve dancing and getting a few bumps and bruises.
