After the pizza, Mister Moose and I went to the local Target (pronounced "Tar-ZHAY") to take care of the last few items on my Christmas list. While Mister Moose wasn't looking, I managed to sneak a little something for him into the basket. :) There were SO many people bumping each other with shopping carts, and children crying, and the staff looking stressed out and tense - bah, humbug! Afterward, it took a good half hour just to get out of the parking lot. When we returned to the Suite @ Chez Bro, Mister Moose clutched his aching head and demanded to be put to bed. Here, I'm trying to get him to take some Advil, but he was rather cross with me for putting him through that ordeal, so I just tucked him in with the hope that he will awaken refreshed and in much better spirits.
4 comments:
Where were you trying to put that Advil?
Poor Mr. Moose looks like he has a hangover! :)
Christmas shopping is waaaaay less stressful here in Florida. No where near the crowds of LI
Ohhhh it sounds like Mr.Moose will be having a surprise in store for him on Christmas morning!
Pssst -- we need a few pics of Mr.Moose with Tink TOO!
this is Jody!
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