What is going on - kittens?!
I took a bit of a break - probably went to some island with some beach and drank some sort of local exotic fruit cocktail with whipped cream while watching y trusty sidekick (Socks) rolling in the sand and running from the splash of the ocean waves . . . Or - maybe I just ran around the Jersey of Jerseytown and made good on some of the more festive traditions of the season - while desperately trying to avoid the dipping temperatures that dipped and dipped and dipped a little more - - - I maybe did one or the other - - - it is tough to decide which. did you even notice?
Did you holiday? What did you do? Was it more fun - more fun - than stew? Did you open some presents - a lot - or a few? What did you do? What did you do??
The fun thing is that it is poised to be a big month - either big - great - or big booooooooooo . . . and while there are a couple of secrets that I still need to hide up in my sleeves - there is a bunch of stuff that is already done that I can finally roll out and show you.
So - sit back - relax - and wonder - I mean - really wonder what is going on with Snowflake up there - his friends sure are a bunch of odd ducks . . .
Hooray and more hooray!
I am waiting - right now at this very second (which was only really true at that second) - to get spiffied up.
Currently - I’m a bit rough around the edges . . . People shying away from me and stuff . . . And it isn’t even my bad attitude - or smell - or nothing.
Keep your fingers crossed - I hope they don’t blow this . . .
Here is what I look like - before the action.
Hey there boys and girls!
Some of our great pals have put together a big whomping craft festival - and they have let us participate!
Go to Madison, Georgia this weekend (Dec. 13) to buy some handmade goodies at the Madison-Morgan cultural center’s “hand.craft.it Craft Festival” - it will be real swell.
Will I be there? Nope - not allowed to leave the house - it is too cold outside - and I might freeze.
However - the house jeweler was kind enough to let me sneak some of my stuff into her bag of nifty wares that she plans on placing artfully around the table before she ran to the airport to fly - fly - fly down south.
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My toe has turned into an evil little lump at the end of my foot that points directly to a large portion of the pain in the world.
The other day - I noticed that my toe really hurt - the big toe on my right foot. I promptly got distracted by something shiny - and forgot.
The next day it was hurting again - it is possible that it never really stopped - and all of the memories of pain from the day before came rushing up to the front part of my brain.
I decided that I had endured enough misery - so I grabbed a tiny flat-head screw driver and pressed really hard. That was when goo started oozing out of my toe. Let me repeat that . . . goo started to ooze out of my toe.
How gross have I become that random ick can find its way out of a part of my body that has absolutely no business excreting any sort of anything?! Pretty darn gross.
After days of sore toe and calculated attacks with a screw driver, I gave up and started kicking an old framed canvas that I have laying around. I kicked it super-hard several times. Oddly - not only did the toe still hurt - but a slightly different pain had spread to a couple of other toes - possibly brought on by the blunt trauma of repeatedly kicking something - this - however can not be verified.
When the violent beating of the evil toe didn’t work - I sparked several random toe conversations up at work. “Hey Billy - how are those piggies holding up?!” - “Whoa Sally! Talk to me about your toes.” “Blah - blah - blah - foot fingers - blah - blah.” And I found out two things. The first is that people can get freaked out over a simple toe conversation and the second is that I have evidently been afflicted with a rare and unpleasant condition known as an ingrown toe-nail.
So - my body has turned against itself - and evidently my big toe - which used to be my absolute favorite toe out of all of my toes - is leading the charge.
What’s grosser than gross? Evidently . . . me.
Please excuse me while I screw drive and lemon juice my toe.
