On the eve of the first Sunday of Advent (this Saturday night, Nov. 29), the Advent Kitteh walks through your house on her dainty white feet, waving her graceful plumy tail.
If her dainty white feet don’t get dirty, and her graceful plumy tail doesn’t raise a dust cloud that makes her sneeze, she brings you wine and pretzels.
(Being on oxygen, Gefn, you get a pass, but ‘Face had better make sure Shawn the Aide does a good job dusting!)
Is there. Hanukkah kitteh?
Shawn the Aide had better scrub the floors this time through, or ‘Face is going to get her Irish up. The traffic areas look ugly.
He doesn’t rinse the dishes when he washes them, and I’ve decided that rather than bring it to his attention, I will just wash them myself. (It’s too hard on me to get into situations that are iffy, so I just find ways around them.)
He will work several hours (two or three clients) then pick up his uncle who lives in this area, and take him to Thanksgiving dinner at his mom’s house.
I need the gifts that the Advent Kitteh brings....