I’m so very not in the holiday spirit. Every year, in fact, I get to be more and more of a grump about the holidays. I don’t even know what to write here that won’t make you all think I am a horrible person. Therefore, I will leave it at that. I am sure you can imagine the rest. If not, let’s go have coffee and Caribou and we can discuss it all over a nice vanilla latte. That sounds nice, doesn’t it?
Our neighbors that had the Halloween Tree in their front window? (If I haven’t mentioned them here, well, they had a Halloween Tree. Seriously.) Now they have THREE full size Christmas trees in the front window. They like the holidays.
I have to write a recap of my year for my grandmother-in-law (it’s all she wants for Christmas from each member of the family; cute, right? not today). I, of course, put it off until the last possible moment and, of course, this week I am crabbier and grumpier than I have been in a LONG time. How do I write about my year (which was really quite lovely) when I am feeling like a giant seething ball of angsty-ness?
I blame the president. and his spies. oh, and the drilling in ANWR people. and the people who think it’s no big deal that our president lied (misspoke, misunderstood, padded the truth a bit, insert your favorite euphemism for lying here) about a lot of things that are a much bigger deal than girls and what he did, or didn’t do, with them. oh, and the people who think it is ok for the president to redefine the separation of powers. (if that doesn’t get me on somebody’s list, I don’t know what will…)