Tuesday, December 20, 2005
VirginBirthmas Advent Blogging - Day Three
Oh, but I'm alright, I'm alright
I'm just weary to my bones 
The boys have been very good today. This makes me suspicious. Earlier I went into the lovely and talented Casey's room to see how the housekeeper fared and Satchmo snuck in behind me and started sniffing around. When I turned around to shoo him out he bolted out the door and into our room with something in his mouth. Shooting under the bed he met up with the Lil Bastard and they started giggling and chewing.
Later I found the remnants of a part of a pack of Orbit gum.
The dogs (now with minty fresh breath) ate dinner, did their business outside and hopped onto the bed (as you see them above). They are plainly exhausted which I attribute to the stress of a day of being terrorized by the Dyson. That and I think the housekeeper pepper-sprays them occasionally.
I don't ask. They don't tell.
No word from the girls. Last night the vivacious yet protective mrs Tbogg told me that the lovely and talented Casey got her first taste of dancing in a nightclub in Cabo. At some point a young man got a little too 'familiar' while dancing with Casey and mrs Tbogg was there to set him straight. I'm not sure if pepper-spray came into play.
I don't ask. They don't tell.
Story of my life.
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