4:10 am and Audrey wanted in the closet. She scratched and scratched...and scratched. When it didn't open she lay on her back and stretched out her front legs and tried to pull it open from under the door.
Her back feet were digging into the wood floor. It wasn't working for her. She tried screaming at it to no avail. She then jumped onto my dresser and launched a bracelet at me.
"Not True"
"Yes, it's true, Audrey."
I got up and opened the damn closet door for her.
She didn't move, looked at me, turned, raised her tail and left the room.
I actually yelled.."That's it, Audrey...you're heading to the pound." (I really did)
"Oh, dear me, Audrey."
"Naughty...naughty."
Now, don't comment that I should shut her out of the bedroom.
She darn near destroyed our antique, wood door with her nails once before, as I recall. When I finally opened the door there were wood chips flying around the hallway.
Plus she sounds like a hyena when she gets goin'.
Tonight I'll leave the closet door open.
"So, what's in your armoire, pray-tell?"
"Zip-it Audrey."
My kitchen Santa came out of the closet last night. :) Yes, he did.
I had totally forgotten all about him and then I was checking out some new blogs (to me) and came across this one.http://adebbie-dabblechristmas.blogspot.ca/
I was 5 again as I looked at her newest post of decorating her kitchen. It was memories of going Christmas shopping in downtown Ottawa and looking in all the decorated windows. That's when I remembered my Santa. Now Debbie has many, many Santas, hundreds, I'd say, and they are all wonderful but I'm happy with my one kitchen guy. He takes center stage on the island.
Well, until he's discovered, of course.
I do have other Santas as I collected them over the years, and will show you in more posts.
I had my hair done this morning (thanks Brit) and plan on baking this afternoon.
I bake loaf cakes and pies and my sister bakes cookies and squares.
Most are old family recipes.
All I can say is, good thing Apple Cider Vinegar helps control weight gain.
Did I not mention that? Oh yes, ladies. This stuff is miraculous.
Just add honey.
hugs, Deb