Doggie Disaster

I don't think I could be a career blogger. Occasionally, you just don't feel like sharing. And when you have lots of bloggie followers, they expect frequent updates. Luckily for me, my small following of dedicated readers, we have an understanding - an expectation of no expectations, really.

The past three weeks I've been picking out new napkin rings and stocking up on French's fried onions to top my oh so wonderful green bean casserole, among other things. Yes, the stresses of hosting Christmas are behind me now. Turned out quite nicely I may add. I think I survived my first pledge Christmas and have been initiated.

Now that all the chaos has subsided, a little humor. Bo and I were upstairs watching The Wonder Years (I die for The Wonder Years, ahhh) and failed to hear a loud thud that might have prevented the mess below. The guilty -Stella. You might notice the half eaten burrito to the bottom right, the blob of left over sweet potatoes just above the trash can and the massive amount of coffee grinds spilled ALL over the floor. Sigh....