Christmas Day
It is Christmas day. All through the house, not a creature is stirring.
Except me and the cat. Hmmm. that doesn't exactly rime. Nat is in bed.
She doesn't feel well. We were going to to go to Nat's mom's place for
an early Christmas. We were at my parent's last night. We bot felt too
bad to go though. Sorry Monica. Anyway. Ted picked Elle up. I've been
trying to get her to pronounce her "L"s. She tends to drop them
completely. I got Nat a digital camera. Her old one gave out. Elle got
a Barbie Jeep that stays at Grandpa Mike's.
My head is killing me. Nat isn't feeling well. I'm going to go lay down
after I skin the cat for crapping outside the damn box again.
It wasn't me. You can't prove anything.
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