Pirillo #Vlog 184 - Chris Gets Followed Home by a Van

The Chaos of Holiday Preparations

As the holiday season approached, our household was abuzz with activity. The pumpkin on the counter, once destined for carving, had been spared this year, much to the relief of its intended victim, Pixie. "I'm not going to carve you," her owner announced, "not this year." It seemed that some things were just not meant to be.

Meanwhile, in another part of the house, Wicket was stirring, sensing that something was amiss. His mistress was distracted by a video of herself and Wicket in Star Wars costumes, which had garnered over a million views online. The star of the show, Pixie, seemed to have missed her cue, having been downstairs with Grandma instead of her usual spot beside Grandpa on the TV.

As the evening drew near, Diana called from next door, asking for emotional support via FaceTime. Her mistress was happy to oblige, even if it meant putting aside her own pursuits for a few minutes. She excused herself from the task at hand – responding to an email interview that she had just finished up – to reassure Diana that everything would be alright.

The aroma of pizza wafted through the air, courtesy of Costco's affordable deal on large pies. The family was eager to indulge in this culinary delight, a treat they hadn't been able to afford in some time. Their enthusiasm was palpable as they awaited the arrival of their dinner, an opportunity to savor the flavors of the world without breaking the bank.

Just as things were getting underway, the conversation took an unexpected turn. The mistress's phone went missing, leaving her scrambling to find it. Pixie's incessant barking had reached a fever pitch, and Wicket was doing his best to stifle a chuckle at the absurdity of it all. "You're going to keep barking," someone quipped, "you know it's your sister, dude." The room erupted into laughter as everyone acknowledged that Pixie's antics were the stuff of legend.

In the midst of this lighthearted chaos, a minor drama unfolded involving a pizza from a different brand. The mistress was perplexed by the restaurant's policy of only accepting cash or checks. "Who does that?" she wondered aloud. The room fell silent as everyone pondered this peculiar quirk. It seemed that not all restaurants were created equal.

As dinner neared, the conversation turned to food itself – a subject dear to everyone's heart. Garlic, in particular, was on full display, with Pixie declaring herself "garlicky" and her owner admitting to being similarly afflicted. The mistress couldn't help but note the resemblance between Pixie's pimple and that under her own eyebrow, though she had never had such a problem before.

In the end, it was clear that this holiday gathering was all about embracing the quirks and charms of life – even if they came in the form of an overactive pet or an odd pizza policy. As the evening drew to a close, everyone sat down together, ready to indulge in their affordable feast and celebrate the joy of being together.