Santa is Real, part 2
Today was a jumble-scrum of Crispness zanies. I woke up early and with the intention of putting my house to rights. It's particularly cluttered from a few weeks of having time only to manage laundry and Critical Cleaning (meaning bathroom and kitchen) in deference to working more hours, longer hours, and piling on the outside-of-work activities
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And that puppy LOVES her some HBH. She's a good girl, hasn't peed or pooped in her crate, only a few accidents in the house. She's hilarious and fluffy and very sweet. It's a good match, especially because she requires tenderness (breed-wise) and he's discovering that speaking sweetly to her is the only way to get her to respond.
This matters particularly because he's being verbally horrid to my sister (because she's safe to be angry at, unlike his dad, with whom he's really most angry). I've been stunned a few times and have actually called him on it, where normally, I'd leave that up to his mom to handle. He's had a crappy role model in How To Speak To and Treat Women and it's unlearning time!
Anyway, the whole visit is going really gorgeously. MCH is the sweetest, funniest, most gorgeous 5-year-old I've ever met. I'll have to post some pictures at some point. He's jaw-droppingly beautiful. At least to his auntie's eyes. :)
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