Official Warning
This is your official warning, internet. I woke up this morning singing “White Christmas” and lit up a gingerbread-scented candle.
Be afraid.
And have a picture of my cat. (Okay, he’s really Kevin’s cat now. I know when I’m beat.)
I am little! And orange! And compact!
That’s Ben in the background, but in his defense, he is laying at one of those weird angles and is actually made primarily of muscle and entitlement.
Also, I wrote a gardening post over at Beautiful Wildlife Garden, about a low-maintenance garden I don’t actually own, which, which not quite as amusing as my Plea For A Better Class Of Knick-Knacks,still has some pretty good plant lists for our area.
ETA: Thanks for everybody who asked about Ben! He's doing great. The last big flare-up after his back teeth got pulled---which had put me in the oh-god-this-is-it mode---really was the last one. He's been fine since, and continues to run the household and bully everyone except occasionally Kevin.
Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.