I have so much that I want to write about Christmas. I mean, Matt bought me a butter churner so that alone deserves it's very own post.
(This is my, "It's Christmas morning and I can't believe I just opened a butter churner" smile.)
But, I have to go to sleep so I can be up at o-dark-thirty tomorrow because my mom, Emily, and I are headed to NYC for the day to celebrate Em's 21st birthday. She wants to visit the Museum of Modern Art to see the Vincent Van Gogh exhibit, which is an impressive 21st birthday pursuit. When I turned 21, I pretty much just wanted to drink long island iced tea.
But first, let me introduce you to Pearl.
When our English Springer Spaniel, Rosie, died in April, I didn't think my parents would get another dog. But they started talking about it a few months ago, and yesterday, they picked up little Pearl.
She's a Springer Spaniel and she's the cutest thing I've ever seen.
Of course, I can just pop in and visit her, and don't have to worry about training/housebreaking/actually caring for her, but still. You can't get any cuter than this.