Elf Tilly here. Mom is busy making cookies. And spinach dip. And a cheese ball. And a mess.
I offered to help, but she says I do not have the dexterity to roll one-inch dough balls. Clearly, she has never seen me rock the keyboard like I am right now. Huh! No dexterity, my sweet nub-tail!
If I don't look like my usual charming self in the picture above ... well, you try to be cheery with elastic pinning your ears down and tickling your chin, all while you're balancing the jingle-belled felt equivalent of a Vegas showgirl's headpiece on your noggin. I thought so.
Actually, this shot was taken a few years back, when I was young and naive and didn't realize I had a choice in the matter. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice ... well, no one's ever fooled me twice, so I don't know what comes next. Just shame on you if you try to dress me. I may be a licensed home healthcare worker, Broadway-caliber singer and dancer and quite the wordsmith — but wearing doll clothes is where I draw the line. (I do enjoy a snazzy little collar, however. I do. A girl has to be able to get her cute on somehow.)
Anyhoo — Team Wedding HQ is quite the place to be today — it's Cat Con's Christmas Rockin' Eve. While Mom is busy cooking and what-not, CC sits on the kitchen counter and serenades us — and clues me in when a drop or dollop of something edible (or not) hits the floor. CC and I have no "five-second rule." More like a "it-didn't-roll-under-the-stove-rule."
Mom doesn't mind. That's one or two or 10 fewer things she has to sweep up. Just one of the many services I provide. Like being the ever-so-modest guest blogger extraordinaire.
May your heart be merry and light, and may all your Christmases be bright.
Merry-merry, happy-happy, and many, many, many blessings to you all,
Elf Tilly out.