Quick doggie update: She’s doing much better and has some of her pep back. The blood test results came in today – they found some stuff in her urine so now I get to have the enviable job of catching my dog’s pee in a cup. Yes, you read that correctly.
My boyfriend and I had a little date night tonight (which included walking the dog with me following behind her, to no avail). It was cold but a nice way to break up my normal nightly grind.
My mom sent me this little joke yesterday and it actually made me laugh out loud.
THE STORY BEHIND A TRADITION
When four of Santa’s elves got sick, the trainee elves did not produce toys as fast as the regular ones, and Santa began to feel the Pre-Christmas pressure.
Then Mrs. Claus told Santa her Mother was coming to visit, which stressed Santa even more.
When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were about to give birth and two others had jumped the fence and were out, Heaven knows where.
Then when he began to load the sleigh, one of the floorboards cracked, the toy bag fell to the ground and all the toys were scattered.
Frustrated, Santa went in the house for a cup of apple cider and a shot of rum. When he went to the cupboard, he discovered the elves had drank all the cider and hidden the rum. In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the cider jug, and it broke into hundreds of little glass pieces all over the kitchen floor. He went to get the broom and found the mice had eaten all the straw off the end of the broom.
Just then the doorbell rang, and irritated Santa marched to the door, yanked it open, and there stood a little angel with a great big Christmas tree.
The angel said very cheerfully, ‘Merry Christmas, Santa. Isn’t this a lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you. Where would you like me to stick it?’
And so began the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas tree.
I’ll let you know when I catch my dog’s pee. I bet you can hardly wait.