Okay. I am officially on my best behavior. I've met "The Big Guy" and I'm convinced he's real. He knows my name and everything. I sat on his lap and told him I want LOTS of chew sticks for Christmas. I've been good, I swear! I hardly ever get on the coffee table anymore and it's been weeks since I've gotten into the laundry basket. There's a stocking hanging from the mantle and it has my picture on it so it must be mine. I can't wait to see what's in it!
