Rebecca's rantings, and a random Christmas memory.
I kinda broke a shelfing unit at work today. I turned into a blithering idiot for a few seconds, tried to stand on it, and it collapsed from under me. (I caught myself on my arm, and now it's sore as hell.) So far no one has noticed, but I've been walking on eggshells waiting for someone to. Don't ask me what I was thinking, because I don't know. I'm so glad I only have one day left to work before Christmas.
I foolishly told some of my co-workers I would bring my bacon & eggs candy, so now I can't back out (and I should be making them right now!). I'm making them with Reese's Pieces instead of M&M's this year. Not sure how they'll taste, but M&M's were a problem because I only used one of five colors and always ended up with a mountain of leftover M&M's that I didn't really want. With Reese's Pieces, I use one out of only three colors, and there are none leftover because Sara and I could eat those things by the bucketful.
One year when I was a kid, I got a beautiful, watercolor-illustrated double edition of Winnie-the-Pooh and The House at Pooh Corner for Christmas. I loved Pooh as a kid. Okay, and I still do. I still have that book, and the illustrations are vintage, non-Disney Pooh. Anyway, I reading through it right after I opened it, when Mom flipped to the inside jacket and pointed to the price. I know Sara says I never let go of anything, but seriously, this irks me now. What kind of immature behavior was that? (Maybe this is where Adam gets his bad gift-giving habits? He already told me this year that my gift was "real cheap.") I still have books Dad gave me where he cut off the corner of the inside jacket, so I couldn't even see the price. He was big on never letting you know how much he'd spent on your gift, much less pointing it out to you. The moral of this story, children, is that there's an art to giving and receiving gifts. Let's all try to remember that and be gracious this year, mmkay?