Last night I decided to wrap as many Christmas gifts as I could. I had a dilemma I was trying to fix in the cheapest possible way. Have you looked at the price of Christmas tree skirts lately? They are ridiculous!!! Especially when you have five trees in your house! Anyway, my two big trees do not have tree skirts yet, and both are prone to falling over (thanks to my less than level floors) so I have them propped up with outdated magazines. It's quite a picture...all the lights...all the ornaments...and then the magazines. So I decided that if I wrapped some gifts and put them under the tree, people could look at the gifts and not the magazines!!
So I hauled out of the closet the paper that I bought on clearance last year...found the scissors, tape, and bows, and dug the white tags and Christmas card stamps out of the craft room. I have to make my tags match the paper and cards...it's a bit of an OCD illness with me.
I wrapped the first gift, stamped the tag with the little star, wrote the to and from, and moved on to gift number two. But when I started to stamp the tag for that one, I couldn't find the little star. I had JUST had it two minutes before!! I ran my hand under the couch, lifted up store sacks filled with gifts, shook the wrapping paper roll, even dumped out all the bows and shook out my clothes. No stamp. You can well imagine that at this point, I figured I was absolutely losing my mind.
I was determined to not get behind because of one silly stamp. I mean I do own other star stamps. Just not others like THIS one. Sigh. So I finished about half the wrapping and decided to take a bathroom break. As I headed down the hall, Braeya went rip-tearing around me, so I said, "Hey, did you steal my stamp?" When I walked into the bathroom I saw her diving into the tub (one of her favorite places to play) and underneath her furry little belly was my star stamp. That little rascal had carried my stamp from the living room into the bathroom and hidden it in the tub!!!! I'm telling you....she's part dog!
So I went back and stamped all the tags and rewrapped the one gift I'd UNwrapped just to see if somehow I'd put the stamp IN the gift. I didn't get as much done as I wanted, but hey, at least I can't see those magazines anymore!!
13 comments:
What a little scamp! I miss those kitten days.
I can gladly ship her up your way to occupy Alex.....
JUST KIDDING. Even though she's rotten, I can't ship her out.
Maybe you should dicipline your kittens better!! LOL I miss having a cat. But I love my dog who NEVER bothers anything of mine.
P.S. Tree skirts are awful expensive!!! My mom actually made mine http://www.flickr.com/photos/nutterbutter/309734706/in/photostream/
Did you wrap my gift yet? haha!
Hopefully work will be slow tonight I have been planning on emailing you back, but work has been kicking my butt lately
That is a really beautiful tree skirt!!! She should go into business. She could do quite well for herself up against the RIDICULOUS prices!!
Pat....I'm so glad you're alive! I was starting to worry. I was going to wrap your gift but I thought you were mad at me, so I took it back.....
You my friend are linked, and it's finally the weekend WOOHOO!
It's simple, really. Your cat has developed a severe psychosis due to the inordinate number of trees that have invaded his home - and obviously kleptomania is involved. Maybe you could get some kitty tranquilizer.
On Saturday, March 25th 2006 I posted a short piece on my blog about my feelings concerning cats. Christina, being vicious, over reacted to what I'd written, and ripped me on her blog.
What ensued I've called "The Two Day Cat Conflict" as we sparred back and forth. It was pretty funny, actually. Christina is a lot of fun.
Well good luck with your kitty.
How do you keep the ornaments on your trees, with a kitty in the house? When I had cats, the bottom third of the Christmas tree (two cats, one tree) had to be bare of ornaments, or the cats would play with them until they were broken.
WOW - this may be my record number of comments yet! (Not that I am so OCD as to count them...)
Malott - I will not argue with you that my cat has a psychosis of some sort. Both of them have a bit of it actually.
I laughed hysterically at both your "I hate cats" post and Christina's response (thank you Christina, for sticking up for cats!). That was some great writing on both your parts!! Having met both of Christina's cats, I wholeheartedly agree with her answers about her own personal felines.
However...let me say. I love dogs as much as I love cats and someday I would love to have one. So is it true that "cat people" love dogs more easily than "dog people" love cats??
skyepuppy - I think I may just have good luck. I bend the branches of my tree up so that the tips curl just slightly around the ornament. That might help some. I also stand by with a spray bottle of water and douse her whenever she gets too close!
Braeya is really the only problem. Kaegan (who is five) had a run-in (literally) with the tree during his first Christmas and has mostly avoided them ever since. Works well for me!
Truth be told though, I'll be unearthing ornaments in July. I'm sure they've stolen some that I haven't missed yet!
I see my cat-hating friends have found their way over to your blog...but you asked for it!
I have to say (in answer to Skyepuppy's post) that the cats don't bother our ornaments anymore either. The first year each of them was here, they would knock the ornaments off once in a while, but now they pretty much ignore it. (I also have all my ornaments hung by ribbons instead of the wire hangers and they seem to stay on better that way, for what it's worth.)
Christina,
You could also use ribbon to tie the cat to a piano leg - just for the month of December, of course.
Christina - your friends are welcome here anytime - even if they do hate cats. My own mother is not fond of them. (The cats - not your friends.) It only drives me to try harder to win her over!
You've got to come down here and meet Miss Braeya. You would love her.
Sadly, Malott, you probably would just tie her to the piano leg and sit back to laugh. I have to warn you though...she is a very smart little rascal. She'd get out.
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