The Toxic Housewife

 As I mentioned in my last post , my mother loved putting whole, un-shelled nuts and un-peeled oranges into our Christmas stockings.  She doubled down her efforts to do so once she knew how much it annoyed her children.  (And why not?  Now that I'm a mom, I realize it can't be called "irritation"; it's called "payback".)

  So, I set myself up for disaster again: I had a booklet made from 2022's "Blog For One" posts and Santa gave it to the family for Christmas.  We've been reading from the booklet in spurts, usually with me at the kitchen table shouting each post to Bee (preparing dinner) and Mr. C (lounging with a cat in the living room). Captions are at least with the photos this time . . . but still look like part of the main body.  Sigh. The good news:

A Kitty, A Ghost, and A Banshee  We have new foster kittens . . . and maybe also a ghost.

  https://www.etsy.com/shop/LTKarts Warning: this post contains medical photos, which some may find disturbing.   It also contains poorly-Photoshopped photos, which many will find even more disturbing. Reader discretion is advised.

("It was a good death." ~inane quote from Legends of The Fall) It is the end of an era: please bear witness to the Death of Ethel.    As you may recall , Ethel is my alter-ego. She is the crazy woman who swoops in the minute Bee leaves town and feeds Mr. C sugar and pizza all weekend and lets him stay up waaaay past his bedtime. 

  Aahhhh, Sundays.... Here it is, late in the afternoon on the 4th of the month, with my self-imposed blog post deadline looming . . . and I've got nothing. Some of my eagle-eyed spammers-from-Malaysia may be wondering why I'm still blogging, anyway: I had only committed to doing it until July , after all.  But then Mr. C's birthday hit, and he asked for more posts.  And, also, I just didn't want to leave my final post as one that was . . . rough .  So, here we are until Christmas!