it's a cartouche

The gold something that Master gave me for christmas is called a cartouche. i've been meaning to say that for a few days.

i have cleaned off the buffet and set it with the silk embroidered runner from P for christmas. Have a couple of candles on it. Simple, elegant, what i like. i wonder how long it will take for Master to clutter it up?

i don't have much to say for today. i couldn't talk to my family on the phone because every single one of them have caller i.d. And every single one of them have it set to not accept phone calls from people who don't. They did this to me last year, too. It seems to be a trend. i want to believe they are forgetful, or inconsiderate and didn't turn it off. But two years in a row? Good thing i'm not the least bit paranoid, i'd think they didn't want to talk to me.

Master is cooking dinner tonight. Scallops and salad. i don't know what else. A long as it isn't turkey.