The kids are at their dad’s this weekend so the house is unusually quiet. No laughing, no screaming, no taddling, no cheering. Just quiet.
The dogs must sense I’m lonely because my darling Duke lovingly sat right next to me with his little head on my leg. Dottie, the not-so-darling one, decided now would be a good time to pee under the Christmas tree.
If you get a present from me, wash your hands after you open it.