So I made my customary uber-chocolatey chocolate chip cookies tonight then a half glass of Bailey’s over ice. The Christmas season is definitely here if I’m drinking Bailey’s! Hang on…be right back. Went back for the other half.
So I invited someone over for a quick, light dinner (I made ham and cheese potatoes au gratin) and had just pulled some warm gourmet chocolate chip cookies from the oven. My fuzzy kitty friend darted in behind my dinner guest, quickly making herself at home. She noshed and is now napping. So I think it’s safe to say that I now belong to the gray booted kitty with golden eyes. Those eyes…are just so mesmerizing. Liquid golden pools. And she’s well mannered, too, and very sweet. I feel a featherstick will come into her life in the very near future. All really good kittys get feathersticks.
There’s dancing tonight. So off the computer and into a twirly dress and dancing shoes. I need to dance into the void of joy and the other dimension of laughter. To split the night and darkness with merriment.