Yeah, everybody could use a little of that lately. A LOT of that, in fact.
Which is why Heather, who truth be told has not been in the mood to celebrate at ALL, knows that she has to drag the family away from their quiet hotel rooms and off to the edge of town to immerse themselves in absolute holiday chaos again. It's the only way.
So around 11 AM on Christmas Eve's morning, Heather, oxymoronically clad in a leather coat as black as a Hot Topic broom closet and .... um.... this, shows up at the door with her ragtag family band behind her, bearing baskets of cookies as a sort of pre-planned peace offering for the havoc they'll surely wreak. Considering their arrival had been preceded by a big orange barking juggernaut plowing up the snowy path ahead of them and promptly slamming into a bush outside the house and probably making the living room wall rattle inside, this was probably a good plan.
After depositing a few gifts under the tree (intended for the more permanent residents of the ranch to open the following morning), Heather can be found for the rest of the day around the house, generally trying to soak in the holiday cheer as much as possible and avoid being spotted by Albert*. Whether or not she's spotted casually hanging out in the cozy spots or blatantly sneaking around may vary.
*Fortunately, the mistakes from last time will apparently not be repeated leaving room for entirely new ones. She apparently decided to remedy the problem of an escape-artist, havoc-wreaking Murkrow by tying Wren to a balloon. With her wings pinned to her sides and no real control over what direction she floats in, anyone in the house may witness a black bird roughly the size of a football floating past them down the hall, suspended from a bright orange balloon and cheerfully emitting a stream of profanity as she passes.
OPEN! Monday all day and Tueday, late afternoon!
Yeah, everybody could use a little of that lately. A LOT of that, in fact.
Which is why Heather, who truth be told has not been in the mood to celebrate at ALL, knows that she has to drag the family away from their quiet hotel rooms and off to the edge of town to immerse themselves in absolute holiday chaos again. It's the only way.
So around 11 AM on Christmas Eve's morning, Heather, oxymoronically clad in a leather coat as black as a Hot Topic broom closet and .... um.... this, shows up at the door with her ragtag family band behind her, bearing baskets of cookies as a sort of pre-planned peace offering for the havoc they'll surely wreak. Considering their arrival had been preceded by a big orange barking juggernaut plowing up the snowy path ahead of them and promptly slamming into a bush outside the house and probably making the living room wall rattle inside, this was probably a good plan.
After depositing a few gifts under the tree (intended for the more permanent residents of the ranch to open the following morning), Heather can be found for the rest of the day around the house, generally trying to soak in the holiday cheer as much as possible and avoid being spotted by Albert*. Whether or not she's spotted casually hanging out in the cozy spots or blatantly sneaking around may vary.
*Fortunately, the mistakes from last time will apparently not be repeated
leaving room for entirely new ones. She apparently decided to remedy the problem of an escape-artist, havoc-wreaking Murkrow by tying Wren to a balloon. With her wings pinned to her sides and no real control over what direction she floats in, anyone in the house may witness a black bird roughly the size of a football floating past them down the hall, suspended from a bright orange balloon and cheerfully emitting a stream of profanity as she passes.