Hey Friends,

        Merry Christmas!

I’m trying to convince TT my Terrible Talking Tummy that a Christmas hug tops everything. 

 Gross!! Yuk!!!  I hate hugs!! They squeeze me up tight! I can’t breathe!!

“TT, hugs mean your special. A hug means I like you.”

Give me a plate of Christmas cookies NOW! A Christmas cookie Gobbler beats a hug any day.

“TT, friends give hugs. No friends No hugs . . . Don’t you care?”

Who cares??? I’ll eat my cookies alone and a Merry Christmas to you!!

“TT, you’re selfish. Ouch! Quit pinching me. When the cookies are gone what do you have then?????”

Ho Ho Ho a HAPPY, BULGING  TUMMY.

 BUT our Friends are forever. Don’t you understand?

zzzzzzzzzzz . . . zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Stubborn TT is asleep!

A Talking Tummy is a mixed blessing. I’m NEVER alone but TT is a complainer and a pincher.

If you check my blog under reading you’ll learn more about my Terrible Tummy. He started talking to me right after Mrs. Prance saved me from the dog pound. I was at her bakery munching on one of her delicious Puffer cookies and suddenly, out of no where, TT yelled, This is an order!! Grab another cookie. Fill up the tank I’m hungry and I’m your BOSS! 

Have a wonderful holiday. Enjoy all the yummies but remember, friends are all shapes and sizes. They don’t come in packages, but they give the best Christmas HUGs.

Ho Ho Ho

Stubb and TT