I’m starting to identify with those recluse type people who stay indoors and don’t have any friends. They just seem to have such an easy life: no people to impress, no need to get dressed, no birthday gifts to buy. I’d rather be a cat lady recluse, but I would assume they’re kind of the same thing. I would limit my cats to five though. Five cats seems perfect. After five, you’re just crazy. And who wants to be a crazy cat lady recluse? No one. I also want to be a wine-drinking cat lady recluse. That sounds much more fun. I will drink wine with my five cats. Maybe we’ll play a little monopoly too, I mean they are clearly going to be fun cats. Maybe we will get real wild and play beer pong.
I’d love it if my fun cats would sing little birthday jingles to my friends on their birthdays, but until I actually become a W.D.C.L.R., I will have to come up with something else. It’s pretty exhausting actually. I’m pretty sure that my friends would rather have the cat jingle, but for now they’ll have to settle for whatever my crafty mind comes up with. So I’ll throw together little gifts and hope for the best.
When I don’t really know what to get, I’ll go with a little selection of everything. Some wine, chocolate, sugar treats, chips/dips, and maybe a lottery ticket or two. Then I’ll just wrap them up individually, and put an hour on each gift. Perfect little way for my friends to open something every hour. And then I’ll remind them that next year all they’re getting is a cat jingle.Whaddya think? Would you rather have the cat jingle or the gift basket?