I'm all ready for the big holiday. My basic belief about both fashion and decorating is "when in doubt, over do it."
You won't want to pass over this curiously labeled pallet of Friskies cat food cans if your home's holiday playbook advocates strict adherence to the religious rules.
I've had enough catnip last night and today to last me for at least another hour or two.
Oooo! I drank way too much toilet water last night. I'm going to need to go outside a few extra times today.
Did I just hear the pop of a champagne cork? They don't let me have any of the bubbly stuff on New Year's but I do get to chase the cork around until is disappears under the fridge.
2018 or 2019 could have been the Chinese 'Year of the Chicken' versus the 'Year of the Dog' or the 'Year of the Pig,' -- in honor of the two inflatable Trump chickens released during the last two years of the decade.
Dad is making sure that Ellsbury hase a very happy new year by including him in the festivities.
It's the last night of Hanukkah and it's my turn to say the traditional prayer. Here goes "Baruch ata Adonai, Elohenu Melech ha'olam . . . "