Fred spent most of the past weekend just laying around mad at me. He heard us talking about Santa coming to town Saturday night and how we were going to go and watch the parade with the grandkids, but he had to stay home with Gloria.
So he just spent the night depressed and mad.
Gloria, being the good girl she is was just happy to have the cushy spot on the couch.
The grandkids were so excited that they were going to see Santa that they didn't even mind the couple of hours sitting out in the cold.
I didn't get really great pictures because first off I took my small camera and second off I forgot to put a flash card in it!
I got a couple of pictures. I think it only allowed me eight. Eight! I'm used to shooting 100 just to get one good one! All in all it was a great night and everyone had fun.
And I did get a picture of the big guy himself!
I don't know what Santa is going to think of Freddie after this weekend. He chewed all of the buttons off of my black sweater though. Then while we had company, he dragged an afghan out into the living room. We told our company just to ignore him. That worked well, as then he stole a tea towel, got into my knitting basket and chewed up one of my patterns. He was in this mode all weekend. Just looking for trouble. I think he was rebelling because we were gone so much.
I don't think Santa is going to like this at all! What do you think?