Hi. I’m writing this from the comfort of my couch in the afternoon hours of the middle of Festivus. Today was the big present pillage and plunder day and I thoroughly admit that I’m one of those people who likes to totally shower my kids with gifts. It backfires on a lot, but I do it every year, again and again, and only for Festivus. I should stop, I know I should stop, but there’s this evil spirit that takes over and forces me to be obnoxiously indulgent. Ugh. I’m a mixture...
Bear in mind, I’ve given up Christmas for Lent. So, in the spirit of true “end-of-the-year” madness, I present the reality of how I plan to spend the rest of 2009. Oh, wait, there are less than 12 days left of 2009. Crap. This is what I get for procrastinating… again. How many days are left? Eight! Eight days, like Hanukkah, only with as much religion as I put into Christmas! Melia’s Eight Days of Festivus has begun! On the first day of Festivus, Enigma said to me, “I...
I done caught the fever. The insanity. The wonderment and jazz of the end-of-year holiday blitz. I’m not exactly sure how it happened, either, since I’m generally scoffy at any and all mainstream events that cause parking lots to become war zones and muzak to blast from the depths of my neighbor’s manger scene. Have I mentioned the muzak manger? Its hot. Really, really hot. I believe I may have mentioned that I did not get the Christmas tree of my dreams, having been overthrown...
