I love this image. She looks so sweet until you notice she’s holding a whip. Makes you wonder, doesn’t it?

It reminds me of what I’ve been wondering about; was I naughty or nice this year? That’s a great question. I read somewhere that “Naughty is the New Nice” and I’ve decided that may have to be my new motto. It may take some convincing to get Dan on board with the idea, but it might work. It sure would save me some time and energy.

Dan says being good shouldn’t be such hard work, but there are moments when it’s easier to be naughty than be good. He has no idea how many times he’s walked by me and I haven’t pinched his butt. He only remembers the times I have.

It makes me worry what surprises will greet me Christmas morning. Will my stocking hold lots of chocolate goodness with a nice surprise? Or will it hold something that’s not so nice? And how about the pretty presents under the tree? What diabolical treats will be waiting for me?

Not that it will really matter. To me, a present is a present and I can’t help getting excited by presents. It gets my bottom in trouble every time. I think Dan’s figured this out, too. It seems some of our most intense toys have come wrapped in pretty paper just to fool me.

Of course, I’ve also requested some of those toys. Silly me! But since it’s the season I really should say, naughty me!