hot hot heat
The heat is getting to me. I feel like we're getting gypped on the holiday. 80 degree temperatures by Christmas decorations is an offensive juxtaposition. At least it is to me, the jew. I'm shvitstin' like a khazer!
Maybe it's not from the heat. Maybe I'm just sweatin' this time of year, which last year was a jolly time of year quickly followed by a very un-jolly (read: miserable) time of year. It was almost a year ago that we had divorce papers on and rings off. Maybe I'm sweatin' nervous that the cycle will begin again.
It's my Christmas ghosts haunting. If only I were more familiar with apotropaic curses or prayers or something to ease my uncomfortable stomach.
My sister says of herself, "I am too skinny."
My other sister says of herself, "I am a heiffer."
I'm trying not to think of where I fit. Instead I'm treating myself to clothes at Anthropologie and shoes from Zappos. Distraction and retail therapy. It works if you work it.
Maybe it's not from the heat. Maybe I'm just sweatin' this time of year, which last year was a jolly time of year quickly followed by a very un-jolly (read: miserable) time of year. It was almost a year ago that we had divorce papers on and rings off. Maybe I'm sweatin' nervous that the cycle will begin again.
It's my Christmas ghosts haunting. If only I were more familiar with apotropaic curses or prayers or something to ease my uncomfortable stomach.
My sister says of herself, "I am too skinny."
My other sister says of herself, "I am a heiffer."
I'm trying not to think of where I fit. Instead I'm treating myself to clothes at Anthropologie and shoes from Zappos. Distraction and retail therapy. It works if you work it.