Dear Sandy Paws,
Just look at the mess I found myself in. And I was just being a helper. Honest. Mom's stocking was hung by the bedpost with care and somehow fell off. (I knew it was mom's because of the lobsters on it. She likes lobsters. A LOT.) I found it on the floor. I brought it to my favorite chair. Helper, right?
And then, I started to nibble.
Just a teeny tiny bit.
These lights were in MY SPOT on the chair (I sooooooo know how Sheldon Cooper feels when someone is in HIS spot), so I had to move them to make room for me and the stocking (that I RESCUED!!REMEMBER?!?), and then I got tangled in them and then I got stuck. I decided to take a nap until someone came to rescue ME.
I don't think I got yelled at....the joys of being deaf, but I did lose my wooly snack the rescued stocking. I caught some high pitched squeal about 'lectrocution which may have had something to do with the Christmas lights (which made taking a nap a real problem, by the way). C'mon. This is NOT my first rodeo. I know not to chew on lights and cords. Sort of. I guess a reminder now and then is probably in order.
I think I'll stop writing now. This is not my Christmas letter. This is just a chatty, pen-pal kind of letter. I'll write my real letter when I've had a more naughty-free day. (As long as I'm confessing my transgressions, I also dug up a couple tulip bulbs this morning.)
Your loving, adorable, sweet, honey-bun buddy,