My underpants are kinda showing

1. Look at how adorable Bridget was as a puppy!
2. I’m going to greatly regret forgetting to wear a belt as the day progresses.
3. LOOK AT HOW ADORABLE BRIDGET WAS AS A PUPPY!

We put our paws on the floor when we’re told to stay on our bed but we still want to be in the room with our people

We sure have some creepy ornaments

And some breathtakingly-adorable-child-picture ornaments. And, curiously but still admittedly Christmasy, a shapely-woman-wearing-a-tasseled-hanging-hook-and-beveling-in-an-unmissably-red-dress ornament. And, for reasons known only to the tooth fairy, a wooden bunny ornament. A wooden Christmas bunny ornament.

But, of course, the only reason I'm making this post—aside from finally exposing the Christmas terrors of my haunted, haunted childhood wrought by our creepy pantsless flat-handed pantyhose-head child-eating demon elf ornaments—is to report that I have just now, almost in time for an Easter visit from a wooden Christmas bunny, completely denuded our Christmas tree.

Dude. I totally just said denuded.

Could there BE a more adorable child smiling toothlessly from a hand-gilded, kiln-fired, liquid-shine-glazed, holly-shaped, '74-time-stamped ceramic Christmas ornament?

No. There could not.

It’s impossible to hate her when she rolls over on her back and curls her little paws like that

STOP PLAYING ME, BITCH KITTY!