Tomorrow Philip will be driving home. YEAHHHHH!!! We can hardly contain ourselves, we are so excited. This past weekend, we decorated the family room/his room for Christmas; so he feels welcome and it feels homey to him. I hope it does.


He's so funny; when I talked to him on Saturday, he told me that he expects a home-cooked meal on the table everynight because he mentioned to his buddies that I'm a good cook. Ear candy. He is a charmer. I did tell him that I am planning a nice, big turkey dinner for him on Thursday, as he missed Thanksgiving. He wants the stuffing and mashed potatoes and gravy. He is going to make collard greens. I can't wait. His Father is just beside himself. Oh:


On Sunday, they will be freezing their butts off at a Giants game and having the time of their lives together. For the life of me, I cannot understand why these players don't have a covered stadium; or WHY they subject themselves to playing in those conditions. Hey, it's not like they can't afford the stadium! Right


Oh, I almost forgot, Rocco's daddy, Bull; is ok. They were able to save his leg! We will be visiting him while Philip is home, and Maxwell, the house dog. I will be sure to get pictures. I'm told there may be a possible litter coming after spring. Not by my idiot dog, but by Maxwell. Who, incidentally, seemed about as bright as Rockhead. They say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, right? They have the same - Daddy. Let's not forget, he chewed his way (gumless) through his kennel to get to his bit*h. Talk about dedicated. Men!


Well, off to finish up some more dreaded freaking shopping and beating off the weirdo's who circumvent around my dying carcus as I reach for the last of the good bargains out there. Wish me luck.

Deborah