I made the mistake of taking Roche' to the WalMart and he pitched one of his famous hissy fits until I bought him a pink Christmas tree. It's all his, see him on the pink skirt under the tree? In his pink gown? Yup, that's my Roche'. Nobody tell him about presents, he doesn't know about that yet.
Actually this is the first time I have even had a tree in about 20 years. Sarge didn't like them, he got depressed around this time of year every time and when we used to have a nice tree he'd start taking it down as soon as the presents were opened and dinner was over. Really. So we just stopped when the kids were older. That is until now. My little guy worked his magic on me. He always does.
The duck told me that on the 12th he was volunteering to put the wreaths on the graves at the national cemetery nearby. I told him if there was room I'd go help too. I like to go so I can visit Sarge's grave anyway. I love that they do it. He said they were putting about 15,000 wreaths out.
So that's it from my world today, hope your Monday is grand. Mine will be back in the dental chair to see how things are going. All is fine I am sure...