Happy Holidays from Peej and crew! I was going to do a huge layout of photos of the dogs in reindeer and snowman costumes, complete with a song that sounded a lot like the Figgy Pudding song: "I'm dressing the dogs real stupid, I'm dressing the dogs real stupid, I'm dressing the dogs real stupid, because that's what responsible pet owners with blogs that need pictures of their floor mops called pets do." Said dogs did not care for their costumes, and ate them, so no pictures of the dogs. I'm sure PETA is happy about that. So, in place of humiliating pictures of Shi Tzu snowmen, I compiled the following:

We had the 9-foot Halloween one:

We had the 6-foot Thanksgiving one:

And now we have the 8-foot Christmas one:

The best seat in the house:

Bubba told me today that there was a product on tv that would help me lose weight for only a dollar. I asked, "Does Mommy need that?" The immediate response was, "YEAH!" Thanks, honey.

Every year, I get a little more Texan. First was the slight drawl. Then learning the rules for speaking Texan (y'all is singular, all y'all is plural). Then there is the irresistible urge to buy products with Ass and BBQ written on them:

We received many holiday cards, and are so blessed to have so many think of us at least once a year. One of the unexpected laughs we received was from the card from our extremely helpful lawyers who have saved our butts from panic in the past couple years, including when the FBI Counter-Terrorism Department contacted me about buying a house from a possible terrorist, and helped get Fred Loya to finally got off their butts and pay out for the accident:

I'm sure I will blog in the meantime, but just in case I forget--my New Years' resolution is to give my son an onion loaf ala Donald Trump:

We're already a third of the way there! I might try to give Fuzzy one too, just to make up for pooping on the floor on Christmas Eve, as if to say, "Merry Christmas, my stupid human Mommy who thought she could dress me in a dumbass snowman costume! See what I give you for New Years' when I ingest a whole row of Black Cat firecrackers and fart out one at a time!"