The Christmas morning scene DESTROYED me.

This morning I woke up early, made cinnamon rolls for the girls (the kind in a can, because I’m no Ree Drummond), and showered.

Twenty minutes later, we put Ramona in a crate, picked Jeff up at the auto place (where our car is being repaired to the tune of many dollar signs), and drove east to the cat clinic where we learned that Ramona may have kidney disease. She also may have heart disease. She also may have neither of those things. We’ll go back in a few months for further investigation. Meanwhile, we’re supposed to spoil her with as much canned food as she wants.

At around 2:00, we headed to my parents’ house to share a chocolate eclair cake. It snowed. We drove home. I loaded Orphan Train onto my Nook. As I sit here and type, Jeff is playing the guitar and watching the Mizzou game. The girls are upstairs hanging out with each other. I’m thinking about jumping on Orphan Train while riding out some bath salts. (I just learned that the Indigo Wild company is in Kansas City. That’s only five hours away. They love dogs, they hate breast cancer, and everything they create is amazing. Let’s go.)

I can barely type right now because I have tears running down my face, and it’s all because of this:

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13 thoughts on “The Christmas morning scene DESTROYED me.”

  1. I’m not even clicking that video because I don’t want tears. My husband is also watching the Mizzou game, but he is not playing the guitar. My daughter has two friends over for a sleepover, and the giggle level is high. My son is at a sleepover at a friend’s. I like the idea of bath salts, but I’m not sure I can take a luxurious bath while there’s a gaggle of gigglers in the house.

    Also: Ree Drummond’s cinnamon buns are worth the effort. That said, there’s a can of bun in my fridge for tomorrow morning.

  2. Two stores by me that sell Indigo Wild, but I’ve never bought any because I didn’t know if I would like it. May have to try it now!

  4. Thanks a lot. That video just put my perimenopausal ass into a big ole bawling fest.

    And…chocolate eclair cake?? Tell me more, please!

  5. Sweetest Christmas ad ever – also tear inducing. (What’s with the expression on the mother’s face as she stands in the doorway on Christmas morning?) I’m fighting the desire to order the expensive knitted penguins kit from England.

  6. 1. All the best wishes for Ramona. I hope it’s neither and that she has a full recovery and that you’re stuck buying canned cat food for another 10+ years because she’ll refuse to eat anything else.

    2. I love Zum ANYTHING in the Frankincense & Myrrh scent. ANYTHING. All of it.

    3. I am not about to click on a video that will make me cry, but gosh that kid in the still capture is cute.

  7. Of course the car conked out right after you moved into your new home — The Fates can’t let you relax, can they? Sorry that Ramona’s sick and agree with Kathy that the hope is she’ll be fine and just refuse to eat anything but the finest canned food for the rest of a long life.

    As for the video, I guess I’m out of sync with everyone else. It made me smile. I’m a sucker for those kinds of movies, even if they are advertisements, but I stopped getting weepy about them when I was well past menopause. Maybe that’s something for you younger ladies to look forward to.

  8. Oh, great. Now it’s all dusty in here.

    The vet told us to start giving Duke canned food when he was close to death and refusing anything else (“he’s likely only got a few more months, let him have what he wants”). He lived another 10 months (a tad resentfully, because why had we been feeding him kibble all those years if THIS was an option?!?).

    I hope Ramona is feeling much better soon.

  11. Oh man, the penguins. It didn’t help that song was our recessional at our wedding. Allergies, help!
    Good cat and car thoughts coming your way.

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