Day One Thousand Two Hundred and Thirty Four

We ate our dinner in the den last night. All of it. In the den. Pizza and popcorn and Irish tea. Craig had special from way far away in Italy lemonade. Ha. 

Our team did not win. Oh well. Too bad for us. 

All the players were very sad. It is sad not to win. When you try very hard. Like catching the awful squirrels. Oh well. That was too bad.

Niamh only stayed to eat the pizza. Then she had to go away for a very special dance a lot practice. With her friends. 

For the special Saint Santa party at her dance a lot school. 

She did not sleep here. In her comfy bed. She slept in a friend's house. Beside her dance a lot school. Because they had to practice until way way late. 

Zita and I went for a nice walk this morning. It was windy cold outside. 

Zita does not like the cold so much. I like the little bit cold. 

Jamie likes the too much cold. Because he comes from the North Pole. He knows Saint Santa. 

Craig and Zita had to go the the buy way too much giant store. I guarded the house. 

We did not have any of the special just for the tasty pasta cheese. They had to get a way way big piece. That is good. 

It is Mister Saint Andrew's special day. He was a way old Scotsman. A long long time ago. Craig told me. 

All the Scotsman people have to only eat nasty Scotsman food today. And only play their bagpipes way too loud. 

Craig is only a pretend Scotsman. That is good. He can not play the bagpipes. We do not have to eat Scotsman's food. That is good. 

His grandfather was a real Scotsman. He is dead. Oh well. He did not have a nice dog. Too bad for him. 

Emmet is going to take talk old Roman again. After Saint Santa's Christmas time. So everybody will think he is a way old Roman. 

And then he can be Pope. And have an elephant. He will get it from the Punics. Ha. 

I will help him ride on top of the elephant. It is known. Because we are friends. It is known.