My nails are a shimmery, shiny red.
My menorah is fully embracing Chrismukkah.
I had to freeze The Cornellians' annual kringle; I ate one third of it before reason set in.
We are spending the holidays with our kids and their kids and that's about the most wonderful sentence I can think of typing right now. It's a gift we don't have to wrap or ship or worry about. It's a one size fits all (maybe a little squished but still.....) joy fest and Giblet made his class newspaper by announcing the news.
Right now, though, I'm too pooped to pop, and certainly unwilling and (even more) unable to let any 22 minute rant derail my happy train. Self care is vastly under-rated.
Happy Happy Joy Joy
I notice that most of us are putting that rant quickly behind us. At breakfast this morning it was a source of laughter, always a good thing. Even the national media aren't giving it much notice beyond ridicule.
ReplyDeleteHave a wonderful holiday with your family. Nothing better than Christmas with young kids.
HoneyBunny is almost three, the magical time where the line between reality and fantasy is osmotic.
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