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Every year around this time we start making promises to ourselves that we are absolutely destined to break. You know what I mean.
Let's start with Thanksgiving.
1. "I'm not going to miss the Dallas game because I'm slaving in the kitchen." BAMP! Wrong.
2. "I'm not going to fill the table with enough food for 20 people when there are only going to be five of us eating." BAMP! Wrong. (Mother-in-law sees to that.)
3. "I'm not going to stuff myself." BAMP! Wrong.
4. "I'm not going to drop turkey on the floor for the cats." BAMP! Very wrong.
5. "I'm not going to look at the newspaper circulars and pick out early bird Xmas specials I can't afford, and then get up at the crack of dawn to go fetch them." BAMP! Wrong. I need some new Xmas balls for my tree.
Which brings us to The Holiday That Can't Be Just Called a Holiday Because It's Christmas, For God's Sake!
Every year Mr. Johnson and I pinky swear that we won't spend an arm and a leg on Xmas gifts. And every year we wind up on December 26 searching for our misplaced limbs. This happens when you've got kids.
Here are the Xmas promises I make and break every year:
1. "I'm not going to spend an entire weekend in the kitchen making cookies." BAMP! Wrong. Even with The Spare helping. Especially with The Spare helping.
2. "I'm not going to fret over how the front of my house looks." BAMP!
3. "I'm going to get an early start on those Yule cards. And they're going to have faeries on them." BAMP! Cheap dollar store cards bought at day-after sale.
4. "I'm not going to gain two pounds from eating cookies and drinking egg nog." BAMPITY BAMP BAMP! (Burp.)
5. "I'm going to get swept up in the holiday cheer. It will help me deal with my Seasonal Affective Disorder." BAAAAAMP!
'Tis the season to be crabby. Don't you agree? Humbug.
4 comments:
so many thumbs up for the snark - I just run screaming on holidays
sumday that air n spare will be growd up n they kin fite over witchn will host turkyday.
fer us this time tiz a'gone be in bayonne whar our son-out-law vaclav (partner of our son jack) will be cookin up a feast. he jes cummenced a'studyin the culinairy arts at hudson communty collidge n he wuz a purty fair cook alreddy.
so tiz good fer us. we jes go overn eat. mayhap we will brang em a big jug of jack daniels since that whut they lack, speshly vaclav.
The only important thing to me during this season are all the great turkey meals.
My shopping is done because I'm not doing any, no tree either, haven't bothered with those things for years.
And all I want on Christmas day is peace, world peace. Well, that's down the tubes. Never going to have it with all these Christians and Muslims on this planet always warring with each other. Crap!!!
I put up a tree for the first time in about 10 years...and it's also the first for my kitty cat Annie..who thinks the tree is her new toy..so she has shreaded the wrapping on all the packages and attacked all the balls on the tree that she can reach...I'm waiting for her to dive bomb it from the couch...she .....will.....die....
happy thanksgiving..
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