Today was what I thought would be a fabulous day. She leaves this morning with the Coach Satchel full...which indicates lots of work she took home for the 3 day inclement weather and did NONE of it, UGG boots with a Tahari suit and yes......shocking pink lipstick. It's like the Angel's are singing to me. I have a whole day of peace and solitude. So after she leaves I pleasantly leave about 5 clumps of my fur on the stairs,eat my food in a frenzy so it all spills on my place mat, use the litter box...twice and decide that the couch is not my mode of fur deposit today. Under the tree is what I desire to ruin today. So.....I settle in under the tree and try to hypnotically make myself sleep....Poland, Italy...Sammer (who is probably severely neglected because his mother "is with child"). Nothing is working. So now I gaze up at the sparkling things hanging from the tree....I am in awe of the beauty and I think....for a moment...perhaps The Lady is not so bad....look what she has created...for me. Just for me. As I am really going into the beginning of a fabulous 4 hour REM sleep...something catches my eye and I am horrified. It's a Rastafarian...on the tree. Now I start to examine this tree and I do not feel I need to say any more. Just look at the pictures. Where is Jesus? Mary? Joseph? Rudolph? Frosty? A pine cone for goodness sake!!!
How am I to hold my head up high? Yes...it's a gay male mermaid drinking a cosmo..........
2 comments:
Oh, it gets better! Just wait until The Lady opens the SEPHORA box that's under your tree. "Her daughter" picked out some lovely additions.
And I must ask you, did The Lady ever mention that she has a castle? Because that's all "her daughter" has been asking for, for Christmas!
By the way, I must say, Annie Grace: you look maaahvelous - the pics of you peering out the front door, giving moral support as The Lady was shoveling....STUNNING. You are jut gorgeous....and no lipstick needed -- must be nice!
Dear Princess Pameleerrr,
The Lady is not allowed to open that box until Christmas night! But now I am very nervous.....the sparkle in this room is already at 220 volts! Castle? No....we live in a shoe box..nice fantasy on someones part.
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