Cookies

Well, here we are, homeowners again. I've been saying that I'm so excited and nervous and anxious that I feel like I’m going to barf. I guess I don’t have to now, though, because poor little Rufus, after about seven toffee bars, did that in my place. I would gladly have tossed my cookies so that he didn’t have to. I’m sure that tomorrow, given the chance, he would willingly inhale seven more.