it's gonna be a merry christmas

I apologize for the lack of posting. There was this whole thing on Monday night/morning where I called 911 because I thought I was dying. In the end they diagnosed me with "non-specific chest pain" probably related to my acid reflux. (Punkin didn't even wake up. Oma and Opa came over to help.) It hurt, you guys. I think it hurt worse than my gall bladder.

But things have been happier. I received an extremely kind note in the mail with a gift card for the grocery store and we've been lavished with early Christmas gifts. And best of all, Auntie is home. We made lots of cookies.

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Some family friends came over to my parent's house last night for dinner and brought their puppy. Can you  believe this? What a big kid he's becoming!