VeraBlue
Executive Chef
I've got a sinking suspicion that not only doesn't he care, but he's probably wondering why I care...
Yet, here it is, three days till ground zero and I'm up to my elbows in comet, vanish, tilex and an arsenal of other assorted life zapping chemicals.
I don't expect Santa will desire to use the facilities when he drops off the ill gotten booty on Sunday evening, nor do I expect rudolph will have to relieve himself, either. With the exception of 'dr. Dave' for christmas eve, every other guest is family.
That must be whom I'm trying to impress with my good housekeeping capabilities.....because Santa doesn't give a poop.....he doesn't leave one, either, hehhehe.
I've purchased a new table cloth and red silk napkins, as well. We spend our lives trying to keep our clothes clean because we all know how difficult it is to remove food stains from them. Yet, here I am, purposely purchasing cloth for the express purpose of rubbing all manner of food particles into and onto it. I'm not just talking any food particles, here, either. I'm Italian. I'm talking fishy, greasy food gunk. All the Tide in the world, with the assistance of wild horses, won't pull the expected stains out of these ruby cloths.
What was I thinking?
I've got 6 fishes spoken for for my feast of the seven fishes. I was thinking of putting a bowl of swedish fish on the table and calling it square. Somewhere, there is an old italian lady ghost trying desperately to smack me upside the head. I've got anchovies, calamari, shrimp, flounder, clams, crab....but I am decidedly lacking in the bacala department. I draw the line at food you could strap to your feet and walk a mile in before it wears out.
For the remainder of this day I still have to put fresh linens on the bed, vacuum the upstairs rooms, get my nails done, and fold and put away my weekly laundry. I hope Santa doesn't care about clean kitchen floors, because I don't think I'll be getting to that little chore, either.
I figure if I leave him booze and cookies, why should he care what my kitchen floor looks like?
Okay, I'm off to bounce off some more walls....
Yet, here it is, three days till ground zero and I'm up to my elbows in comet, vanish, tilex and an arsenal of other assorted life zapping chemicals.
I don't expect Santa will desire to use the facilities when he drops off the ill gotten booty on Sunday evening, nor do I expect rudolph will have to relieve himself, either. With the exception of 'dr. Dave' for christmas eve, every other guest is family.
That must be whom I'm trying to impress with my good housekeeping capabilities.....because Santa doesn't give a poop.....he doesn't leave one, either, hehhehe.
I've purchased a new table cloth and red silk napkins, as well. We spend our lives trying to keep our clothes clean because we all know how difficult it is to remove food stains from them. Yet, here I am, purposely purchasing cloth for the express purpose of rubbing all manner of food particles into and onto it. I'm not just talking any food particles, here, either. I'm Italian. I'm talking fishy, greasy food gunk. All the Tide in the world, with the assistance of wild horses, won't pull the expected stains out of these ruby cloths.
What was I thinking?
I've got 6 fishes spoken for for my feast of the seven fishes. I was thinking of putting a bowl of swedish fish on the table and calling it square. Somewhere, there is an old italian lady ghost trying desperately to smack me upside the head. I've got anchovies, calamari, shrimp, flounder, clams, crab....but I am decidedly lacking in the bacala department. I draw the line at food you could strap to your feet and walk a mile in before it wears out.
For the remainder of this day I still have to put fresh linens on the bed, vacuum the upstairs rooms, get my nails done, and fold and put away my weekly laundry. I hope Santa doesn't care about clean kitchen floors, because I don't think I'll be getting to that little chore, either.
I figure if I leave him booze and cookies, why should he care what my kitchen floor looks like?
Okay, I'm off to bounce off some more walls....