I have to agree with Ted E. Bare. I love being home. Sometimes, when I go outside to kick some rocks around, I smell the air. It smells like firewood. You would think I, being a puppet, wood hate that smell, but I really like it. It means the holidays are getting close…and if I am really good, I will get some presents. I like cash best of all. Because with cash I can go down to Santa Monica Blvd. and pick up a couple a hookers.
Just kidding.
Chuck
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Chuck, this season is such a warming one. I've been enjoying fall, but there is nothing like the smell of a fireplace and the beauty of a Christmas tree set up in a home. Something magical about that, always.
Seems like I've become quite the follower of yours! I can't help myself. Your blogs are so fun! :) I hope you don't mind all of the comments.
XOXO
Tia
ROFLMAO.. and who said money doesn't buy happiness hey Chucky? They obviously didn't know to shop in Santa Monica ;) Have a relaxful holiday over there, it sounds lovely. Can't imagine a Xmas with snow, it's always warm in oz in the holiday season :)
Hi Kate and Tia!
I love your posts. Thank you both. It gets a little boring without replies, ya know what I mean?
Take care.
Your friend,
Chuck.
You're welcome Chuck, love your posts too!
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