It’s Christmas Eve Eve, Y’all!
And I’m freaking out. Normally I take time off around Christmas – a nice, leisurely week before to prepare. This year I didn’t. If I ever pull that again, slap me.
The tree has been up for a while. Thank God it’s pre-lit. In my zeal to reorganize the garage I buried the ornament cabinet behind eighty zillion boxes. They are reclaimed. Trying to muster up enough energy to put them on the tree.
I did get the outside wreaths up (yay me!). The poinsettia I planted a few years back is blooming, almost as tall as I am, and reminding me that I usually have a whole bed of them in glorious bloom. (Have you seen the price of poinsettias this year? I could get a car for that.)
Thanks to Son, I have two gorgeous Christmas cacti – a white one in bloom, a red one waiting for Christmas.
Presents are bought (well, most of them). Gift wrap, tape, tags are bought. Now if the gifts would just magically wrap themselves…
Tried to teach the cats.
The laptop is dead. Trying to learn to post on my phone – as if I’m not stressed enough.
I will likely be up all night after work today cleaning, wrapping, etc.
But it’s Christmas Eve Eve, y’all!
And despite the stress, I can hardly wait
#Merry Almost Christmas, everyone!
I like the last picture – each of those cats seems to have their unique personality 🙂
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Thank you. They certainly do! Smokey, the little one, was born to a feral mother. She decided early on she did not want to be feral herself. She attached herself (literally) to our Marine’s pant leg when he went out for a run. Petey (the one with the white muzzle) is a crotchety old man one minute and a cuddle bug the next. Tigger is my cuddle kitty. He also was born of a feral mother at the Citrus Bowl and attached himself to my husband while he was setting up an event. He’s a sweetheart.
I am sure those cats recognize how fondly your family thinks of them. While growing up, one of our cats who I once saved from stray dogs in the part of the world I grew up in, was so attached to our family — she would perch atop a car patiently waiting for my visually-handicapped father to finish his routine walk downstairs and would lead him all the way up to our apartment on the second floor, two steps ahead of him, every single day. Happy New Year !
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Your cat sounds very special. So glad you saved her. Happy New Year!