Embracing the Inevitable

It is now December 8th and I am elbow deep in forced yule tide cheer.

In addition to the 47 holiday parties that I have managed to cram into my file-o-fax, my personal to do list screams things like "office Christmas baking!", "silver shoes!", and "stop eating holiday leftovers because your fiance wont love a heifer!".

Its as if I don't have a job I should be doing, or an ass that isn't in sore need of some lunges. I justify each lapse in self control with "its the holidays! Everyone is doing it!" (which I hear is what crack heads say too). Because its all I can do to not log into the food network again to look at what kinds of deliciously buttery morsels that Paula Dean has created for the destruction of dieters everywhere. No wonder there is the post-Christmas depression. There is no more excuses for half assed decision making.

And I don't know what it is about this time of year, but its all mixed up with this sense of urgency isn't it? Like, the presents cant be bought early enough, and what do you mean you haven't sent your cards already? But next week is Halloween already!
I woke up in a cold sweat this morning realizing that I have not bought G's brothers anything yet. Because it isn't like I don't have until freaking Dec 25th. And everyone knows last minute presents bought as impulse buys are the best anyway. Handle of jack? Happy Holidays!


If it weren't for the Christmas remix by Wings, I might just polish off that last powdery cookie I got in my mailbox this morning. Just kidding. I already ate it.