From my family to yours.
Fa. La. La. La. La.
If you’re wondering why Lola got a naughty cookie and it’s broken, do you see her face? The thug life didn’t choose her, she hunted the thug life down and beat it into submission.
I thought people might think I was mean because I bought her the naughty cookie. How could cute baby Lola ever be naughty? (She’s 9, but she will always be my baby.)
After I bought the cookies, I left them in the car so the dogs wouldn’t get them. Not thinking, the next morning I left Lola in the car while I ran into the store. I never suspect her.
I was gone for a minute.
I came out and Lola had her cookie out of the box and broken into pieces. It was a plastic box. Taped shut. She looked up at me like, “What did you expect?”
I expected innocence.
She proudly earned that naughty cookie.
I hope you have a wonderful holiday. If you can’t spend it with your loved ones, I hope you spend it taking care of yourself.
Merry Christmas