So, it's nearly Christmas...

And the wife had me help her in the kitchen. She feeds me on a daily basis, there is really no way I could get out of it.

We're decorating giant pretzel sticks with chocolate and frostings of many colors. This is both artistic and a loving gift for friends - from the heart, don't ya know, instead of being store-bought.

Mrs. Wiggy gave me the task of applying the candy colors to the chocolate-dipped pretzel sticks. She thought there was no real way to do it wrong. Ha!

I am apparently the Ralph Steadman of confectionary. I tell her "Chicks in New York pay top dollar for this stuff. It's [i]avante garde[/i]!" I have decorated the counter, my shirt, and some parts of a nearby cat. I have candy confection in my eye. She is not buying it, and I am getting the hairy eyeball of doom.

I retreat to the Jack Daniels and trying to clean a stubborn Zeiss Ikon Contina IIa Novicar lens. I think I shall put on a Roches CD and daydream about snow.

The kitchen is once again her domain.

And a Merry Christmas to you, too.

Best,

Wiggy