OK. So ... as you read yesterday, Dave and I had a couple meetings and reached some agreements about who would
|"They're touching me, Mom."|
Dave and I agreed: I don't have to pose with stuff touching my feety-feet. And these reindeers were breaking the rules! Zoom in ...
|"Hey, Dave! Didn't we agree that I didn't have to pose with stuff touching my feety-feet?"|
Oh, don't blame Mom - these reindeers are trouble. While I toss them over to the Deeve, check out Part One of a very special Christmas flash-back - please click here.
|"I remember you!"|
Dave said they better not give us any trouble this year.
|"I'm serious, Reindeer."|
Fortunately, we have a dear, (note that's "dear" ... not "deer") sweet, beautiful friend in Miami, Florida who knows how to keep those reindeers in check. Seriously. Please click here to read the finale of our Christmas flashback!
|"I've got my eye on you. ...And I have Luna's phone number!"|
Dave reminded Mom about the phrase in that Clement C. Moore poem (A Visit From Saint Nicholas/'Twas the Night Before Christmas) about "...when, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature sleigh and I ate tiny reindeer..." Right after the "ate" part, Mom decided Dave didn't have to pose with the reindeer any more.
We should really hold our conferences more often! Ha roo roo roo!