Holidailies, Day One
All these lovely new people visiting me for Holidailies and I? Am sorry to report I must begin this month in a lather. (My hand has been forced, I don't make the rules.)
Remember, children, there are people in life who will bend you over if you're not careful. People who are inept and/or lazy, uptight and/or power-crazed, hateful and/or suffering from low self-esteem. Possibly with erectile dysfunction. These people cloak themselves in a bright, crunchy candy coating and move among us as if they are not a heinous cancer on society. Fear them! Be ever-vigilant! Because when they shed that candy coating, look the hell out.
Now, I'm a nice person. Maybe too nice. 'People see me coming' nice. So this hit me like a ton of bricks, as I'm certain they intended. What they didn't expect was my clever workaround, although there's a slim chance that will come back to bite me in the ass at a later date. Still, I managed a retaliation and so did not come off looking like a milquetoast. Go, me!
Also, the anxiety of The Mister needing me to play Florence Nightingayle on his poor self is sapping my energy reserves; he has his jaw wired shut with no relief in sight until at least December 12. More on that later.
This is so not the way I wanted to begin this. I apologize.
On the other hand, it can only go uphill from here!
I would like to give a special shoutout to elizabeyth for buddying up on this whole Journaller Boot Camp thing. It's totally worth it to me to write every day just so I can get a play-by-play on her life of late. (Honestly, I'd love for it to wend its way into January because I can feel in mah BONES that 2009 is going to be her year. Yessah!)
So, I'ma just sit back with my Special Vermicelli and my Shrimp Rolls with the orgasmic peanut sauce and chill tonight. Tomorrow it's all about cleaning house, baking a thank you cake and at least getting a start on Christmas cards.
Oh yeah, and writing an entry that has its shit together. Promise.