This year we will be giving each other many gifts, but none so special as each other.
Last night, as I sat at the computer, I heard this rustling, shuffling, crinkly sound. I raise my head like a prairie dog coming up out of its hole, and listen closely. rustle rustle rustle. I look around for a likely culprit; knowing that my husband is at work, and currently our only pets are a few tank-fuls of fish. rustle rustle rustle. Indy is no where in sight. rustle rustle rustle. I had forgotten to put the little stool back between the couch and wall and SOMEONE had crawled back there and was chomping on a package. He had a bow on the side of his head, and some ribbon wrapped around his leg.
I think Indiana is ready for Christmas.