BELATED BRAGGING ABOUT MY COOL CHRISTMAS GIFTS

Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

I didn't blog much during January, but here I am, full strength, and still full of shit thanks for the great Christmas gifts I received.

Let's start with my favorite flowers: tulips!

My sister who wrote this blog post sent me a bulb garden. Before long, this is what grew in my little garden:

After the first blooms died, I moved the pot to my deck, where more tulips now bloom:

Another sister gave me

You can never go wrong when you give a book lover an Amazon gift card. My first purchase was Hidden Figures by Margot Lee Shetterly. I HAD to read the book after I saw the movie.

Adorable Andrea at Maybe it's just me . . . blogged about making Christmas candy to give away to any friends she happened to bump into. I commented that I wished she would bump into me, AND SHE SENT ME SOME CANDY!

Photo? Uh, no. The candy kept calling me back to eat more of it so I couldn't even get out the camera to photograph it. Silly candy.

My beloved blog child, Rachel, of When A Lion Sleeps, Let It Sleep, said she intended to spoil me with Christmas gifts, and did she ever. She sent tons of my favorite vanilla-scented tea lights, but they aren't all plain vanilla. She managed to find Vanilla Bourbon and Cinnamon Vanilla. They really help cover up the dog pee odor that emanates from the living room rug. (Penelope says that everybody has accidents sometimes, and I shouldn't call attention to her peeing in the living room, which she has not done for a long time a while a few weeks.

Now here's quite the gift. See this big package next to the tree? The one that's too big to go under the tree?

Some of you may recall that I won The Chubby Chatterbox's giveaway. Sir Chatterbox, a.k.a. Stephen Hayes, sent the promised painting––complete with a lovely frame––well before Christmas. But I didn't open it until Christmas. Stephen is quite the artist, and I always enjoy his blog posts about art and about his own work. Stephen's work now hangs in my office, where I can enjoy it every day. Franklin and Penelope are ignoring the bastard cat have not noticed the pretty kitty in  the painting.

If you don't follow The Chubby Chatterbox, I urge thee to get thy ass sweet self to his blog right now. He's an excellent writer. His recollections of his childhood can be poignant and hilarious at the same time.

Last, but certainly not least, is the big large huge excellent something that Willy Dunne Wooters slipped to me before Christmas dinner.

Photos lost. Oh, darn.


Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug