Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
I'm preparing this post on Tuesday evening. It's rained much of the day, with a high in the 70s. Tomorrow it's supposed to be partly cloudy with considerably cooler temps.
At this time of the year, I enjoy a chilly Florida, although the natives think they'll die when it dips below 60°.
And now here's the ornament of the day:
The first Christmas we had Milhous, he climbed the tree, stole the angel from the top, and bit her face off. The next Christmas, we came home to find he had knocked over the tree. It probably terrified him when it fell because, as far as I know, he never climbed the tree again. Instead he would lie under the tree as if he knew what a great gift he was.
Thanks for joining me again. I think I'm 1/3 of the way done with the tree, so plenty of ornaments still need to make an appearance.
Infinities of love,
Janie Junebug
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