All dogs go to heaven

We have been searching for our dvd collection of Peanuts specials from the 1960s for months. I had written it off as a lost cause, but this morning Amy found it. Hiding insidiously among the rest of our dvds. Of course. It knew that would be the last place we'd suspect.

So we will get to begin this holiday season with the adventures of a boy and his dog as the tale of the Great Pumpkin unfolds. And as much crap as I gave him, I kind of miss Desi Arnaz as I watching Snoopy's absurd antics. Granted, he only went to my mother-in-law's house, which is not as final as the title of this blog implies. But when you miss them, you miss them I guess.