Rebirth(ing)

You know what they say about death work and taxes, right? 

UNAVOIDABLE

Due to a LOT of this:

and a little of this so I don't lose my wig anymore than I already have:

there has been a delay in launching the new site.

After staring at a computer screen and talking to people for 12 hours a day 6 days a week, there's only so much I have left to give to blogging.  All that's left over goes to my cats and efforts to regrow my hair.

And then there was the person in the 6 series BMW who hit my parked car and drove away leaving it with a big black paint smudge down the side...So I've been a little busy trying to keep it together.  

BUT I WILL BE BACK.

SEE YA IN A FEW WEEKS! Hope I'm not bald...

Hear Ye, Hear Ye!

To anybody out there who may still be following this here blog: 

Anyone?

Anyone??

Anyone?

Contrary to my lack of blogging behavior, I am hoping to relaunch within the next few weeks. 

By stating this publicly perhaps I will hold myself to some sort of deadline?  Until then I must go assume the weekend position:

What to Get...Yourself

This year there will be no gift guides up here at the bird due in equal part to my workload, inability to complete my own shopping and, finally, lack of skills at the powerpoint.

Confession: I don't even have the tree decorated. Yep, big slippin's (not to be confused with big pimpin') going on over here. Tonight I finally turned on the outside lights and am on pins, needles and maniacal laughs waiting for the neighbors to get home and have a look. Think Griswold. If you look out your door and see a glow to the west, THAT'S ME.

In the spirit of the season of exhaustion I think it's time you got yourself something. You deserve it.

L to R: London Sole-Henrietta, Jon Josef Cat Loafer, London Sole-Henrietta Leopard

Blame it on Olivia Palermo or, better yet, Princess Kate. She's allegedly pregnant so no one'll get on her for influencing you to get some London Sole and spill your wallet all over in their stores (or online). As someone who never really viewed themselves as a flats person, I'M WEARING FLATS.

And as for the cats, well, that's pretty much self-explanatory. Meow.

Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah and TREAT YO' SELF. 

From, Carrie and cats.