This is moi, killing time. Or trying to...kill time. Tonight is the night Chanukah Harry makes his grand visit. Roomers are abound that the old boy has really packed in the pounds. I am kind of worried about him. Will he fit down my chimney? Has he switched to navy as it is slimmer than Chanukah blue? [I would] And that's not the only worry I have. I hope he does not see momma's boxes and think that they are presents, too many present to leave me something. I have been good. And I quote: "Good enough to eat", "Good enough to squeeze", "Good enough to kiss all over"..."Good enough to snuggle"...[Just between us, some two leggeds really need some kind of therapy, if you catch my drift...] So, anyway. What are you doing to while away the hours until CH makes his appearance? I am told his cousin Santa Claus wears a red suit and does half of the world. Same schtick, just different colored outfit. I guess when you are in a family business, you carry on, but put your own spin on things.
I would have chosen a pink suit trimmed in white, with some glorious bedazzling. Some of us are all about the glamor.
Back to my downward facing human yoga pose...
the good enough girl