I damn near forgot...I was up most of the night trying to keep Dexter from destroying West, Texas heirloom Christmas balls. I thought if I put them up high enough they would be safe...yeah, right. So I think I will declare Dexter the winner of the Christmas tree war. So far he doesn't give a shit about my Santa Claus collection, so they will stay out, but the balls will have to go. I may be able to leave the tree as he pretty much just fucks with the one bottom branch as it is out of range of my water bottle squirt gun. He attacks it from behind the couch. I have been letting him go outside late at night when there is no one around. He will run all over the fucking place and then eventually he comes in. Maybe he'll wear himself out....sigh*..fat chance.
We are going to have rain all week long and will be highs in the 50's and lows of 30's...So far it's not cold enough for me to turn the heat on. I just threw on my flannel shirt and put the snuggie on. Which thrills Dexter to death as he loves to hide under the part that hangs off the recliner and attack me. Well, things are A-OK here in West, By Goddess, Texas. I had a great Thanksgiving and the Cowboys won. Life is good.