In the doghouse

Even though I allowed Victoria to buy herself a rat with her birthday money, Steve still loved me enough to bring home "Little Miss Sunshine" last night. Very, very good. As I like to say, "Painfully funny".

Still, I'm in the doghouse. I couldn't get a hold of Steve to get the ok on the rat. But we did recently have a hamster die and Alex was allowed to buy a chinchilla for his birthday, so I let her buy it. It's not that I allowed her to buy a pet, it's that it is a rat. I know, I know, you think all disease and pestilence when you hear the word "rat". Me too, up until this one. She's a pretty cream colored rat that Victoria named "Ginger".

Anyway, I need to get him out of his mood. He's not mean or vicious when he is mad, just kinda off. I don't know how to describe it. It feels more like he is disappointed in me. But he understands that I did call his cell and work phone a whole bunch of times and all. I just love him, and I'm so excited about Christmas and his gift. I just want to see him as his usual Christmas cheery self.

Unfortunately, I have to run to the store for some last minute stuff, so this is all you get today.