I have recently received several verbal comments that my blog is too sad to read. I have no idea why this bothers me, but I can't seem to brush it off. I admit, Murray's Momma is often peppered with topics that are serious, sad, or sometimes even depressing. I don't like to hide from the tough stuff, and frankly, I'm just not that funny.
But guess what? I will continue to write what I feel, and I sincerely hope that you'll stick with me. I'm not ALWAYS that depressing, am I?
Don't answer that.
In an effort to lighten things up, the following is the letter to Santa that Murray composed last night. He dictated, I wrote. I did edit it just a tish, because he tends to ramble, and I didn't have the energy to hand write a novel.
I have been good but Owen has been bad so he goes on the bad list. You should call his mom and Linsay and tell them that Owen didn't help clean up so he is bad. I have been VERY good so can I have some cars, train tracks and a helicopter?
My mom would like a rockstot (a 12 qt. stock pot), a processer for food (food processor) and she wants new jammies. So could you bring those for her?
Oh, and can you bring Legos so I can build whatever I want? I will leave you milk and cookies and some carrots for the deer, but I don't how you will feed them.
Murray (picture a 4-year old version of the letter "M")
Note: Notice that DH wasn't included in the letter? I'm assuming Santa won't be delivering presents with Craig's name on them.