Sunday, December 5, 2010

ChrismaCat & HannuKat

Good morning, Batties!  Our holiday fun started with this simple photo that Missy found:


 It really got us in the holiday spirit! 


Well, we had a total, absolute blast last night at our 2010 Holiday Sweater Smackdown at Natasha's.  We spontaneously came up with the categories, including Marianne's brand-new, long-overdue, perfectly obvious "WTF?"category.  See what we mean?




The audience couldn't even pick a winner; it was a tie between these two wonderful participants.  Ms. Reindeer Antlers was throwing on random items handed to her as she walked up to the stage to compete.  We suspect Ms. Boa Constrictor also improvised her "sweater" right before she came up, too, and that's just the Battitude we're looking for!


    Now, some of the Bats participated in the dress-up with gusto:






  But one Bat slyly refused to be tacky.  



And she even brought the sweaters for the rest of us!  

Still, we had a fantastic evening, joined by our fabulous friends in the audience.

Thank you all for helping us have another great year!

May we ALL have a great new year, one that includes jobs, wine, new shoes, music, Glee, flu shots, wine tastings, Groupons, tiaras, aerobics class, family, dogs and cats, canoe trips, flash mobs, lite beer, no more election ads, world peace, electric cars, family, really soft sweaters, a good night's sleep, and an appearance on The Ellen Show.  (Yes, an appearance on the The Ellen Show most of all!)

Saturday, December 4, 2010

A Sale at McDonald's

So here is where my problem really started:  I had finished my workout at the gym, dressed in a tank top that revealed my very-well toned arms, when I stopped by McD’s for a coffee. I had been in that particular restaurant many times and I knew the price of a large coffee:  $1.26.  But that day, when I ordered, the darling little girl behind the cash register said, “That will be fifty cents”.  Hmmm, I thought. “Oh, there must be a sale” I chirped.  She replied, “No, mam, it’s a senior coffee.”
Are you kidding me? I do NOT lookover 55.  Or even 50. (I was 53)
That’s when I stomped out, got in my car, and sped off, with that damn senior coffee on top of my car.