1. If I don’t get presents wrapped and to the UPS store, it will be the year without a Santa Claus for my family in Oklahoma. The silly thing is, I’ve had the presents purchased for WEEKS, and yet?
Have done nothing about it.
The last minute. Accomplishing great and mighty things for Susan since the beginning of time.
2. I’ve been treating my spleen qi deficiency with boatloads of warm food such as cookies fresh out of the oven, warm pound cake, toasted pannetone, and spicy sausage balls.
I don’t know about my spleen, but my thighs are certainly thanking me.
3. I’ve been all sorts of worrying about our Christmas light display. This is our first year in the neighborhood and I’m not sure what the rules or societal norms are regarding bright and shiny things. It is our general practice to leave our lights on all night
because I don’t like to go out in the cold to turn them off to share the joy and wonder of Christmas to all who would behold them and many of our neighbors in our old ‘hood did the same but I don’t see a ton of outdoor lights in our new place which tells me either we’re surrounded by boatloads of people who play on another faith team or we’ve become THOSE people that others can now talk about at the next block party.
Just in case, I turned the outside lights off early this morning but I want everyone on the street to know that WE ARE ABLAZE ON THE INSIDE.
4. I have been married for fifteen years and yet still can’t remember what foods Craig likes and doesn’t like. Last week I fixed a ham knowing full well he didn’t care for ham and this week I made a pot of beans and cornbread for dinner with that nagging little feeling that he might not be too skippy about it. Turns out I was wrong on both counts.
How does that happen? And why did I fix them in the first place even though I thought he didn’t like them?
These are questions that keep me up at night.
5. Speaking of things that keep us awake, I frightened my husband out of a good night’s sleep. I’ve been wearing a lot of gray lately and needed a good bright lipstick to brighten things up a bit. Late in the afternoon I applied one of those Outlast lipsticks in a flame red shade and it was still in full shellacked force by the time we were turning in for the night. I tried to remove it with my regular face cleanser but it wasn’t budging so when I crawled into bed, I had a pale, pale makeup-less face and ridiculously bright red lips. Craig was reading and didn’t notice until he turned to kiss me goodnight and literally YELPED when he saw me. He made me sleep facing the wall because, as he put it, it was like being in bed with the bride of Chucky.
Love, honor, and cherish.
‘Til death or lipstick do us part.
Have a nice day.