My phone started buzzing last night with one text after the next. It was vibrating so much it jumped off the table. I grabbed it and laughed and started texting back.
Apparently, our reindeer have been getting busy. And it wasn’t the first time today. My husband came home and found them inappropriately coupling and moved them apart only to have Rudolph get all frustrated and as soon as we shut the door mount Clarice again.
What is in the water at the Keller house? And, oh by the way, my husband Tim added that last line to my text to Staci. I think it was a hint.
Just after we delicately removed the young buck and his gal for the second time of the evening and donned our winter caps, John Ramsay texted us.
“Your reindeer are getting all crazy.”
Crap! Again? Do they just wait for us to close the door and then start humping?
I guess next year we are going to have a herd of reindeer because Clarice is already showing signs of morning sickness. Or maybe she’s just exhausted by her frisky buck? (I can so relate)
