Merry Christmas to everbuds

I haven't posted in a bit I just noticed. My life has just been a whirlwind of glittering holiday parties, scooping up large carat jewels, ribbon wrapping shiny cars and jetting away to Gstaad.

Or not. Perhaps I'm just lazy. Surely not. Don't call me Shirley. Stop me now.

So, we're lowkeying Christmas since as how Frothlet #1 and his lovely wife are up in Oklahoma visiting her 'rents. We're babysitting extra kittehs who have become lovely lapcats when they're not growling at and harassing Dot. Frothlet #2 is working this evening so we're going to his restaurant for dinner.

I must brag on my chilrens and thank God for good stuff that has come their way. Frothlet #1's job is going quite swimmingly, he got an unexpected (though too small) raise and his superiors love him. Hopefully he'll be promoted soonly.

Frothlet #2 got a call from the owner of a restaurant at which he worked for two weeks a year ago this summer. He had quit since it was new and he wasn't making any money. Last week she contacted him out of the blue and offered him the general managership of the restaurant. Wants to get it marketed, yada yada and had been impressed with him the year ago two week stint. How cool is that?

Then, we have the haunting of our alarm clock which we're attributing either Lucky the dead Black Cat, Elvis the dead Yellow Lab, Beebs the dead Black Lab, or my mother in law, whose ashes reside on our mantle...

Our early '70's Poverty Apartment Christmas decor has expanded to include some glittery angels hanging on the kitchen light fixture and has diminished by the unexplained leaping onto the floor from the tv top of a crystal bell ornament thing. It either didn't like the music we were listening to or it's in cahoots with the clock.

Hope your Christmas is fabu.