After Christmas …Santa woes begin..
Frosty too has problems…
I confess that I have a humorous streak in me.
I see and recognise good humor when accosted by it.
Sometimes my humor is simplistic.
Other times sarcastic or acerbic but it is laughable.
I love planning for my death. Heck I can never plan for a wedding and so, death is the next big thing in my life that will happen sooner or later. Heck everybody dies, sooner or later.
I take swipes at divorces. If it isn’t a marriage made in heaven…let it gooooo…
But sometimes….most times really…especially when I am feeling down and unwell…I cannot help but feel…
Yes…confession is good for the soul they say..
I have a procilivity to hug my inanimate furball Garfield whenever I am down or just in need of a hug.
Garfield does not lie nor cheat.
Garfield just sits quietly letting me whine or moan about a bad day.
A purrfect pet of sorts!