L'esprit d'escalier

[thefinalgirl]

I found a great blog today, ReadySteadyGo, which I recommend you take a peek at.1  It explains my post subject, which I will use as my Wednesday "you learn something new everyday" experience.

The most notable part of my Thanksgiving, aside from Husband having the stomach flu and vomiting all day, was my attempt to go the bathroom in the middle of

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[gogothirteen]

I'm a little sad that you guys won't be in B-ville for Christmas. We'll have to wait for next year to come over to your parents' house and get crazeeeeeee.

[g33kgrrl]

I don't think that's TMI. Lots of people sleep sans pants! If you were talking about wandering around work looking for the bathroom sans pants, I'd probably worry.

[publicprivate]

I had X-mas with Rob's family a couple of times. I won't deny that there was nostalgia and sadness, and a sense that I was missing my parents and my home and the way things go at my house. Sadly, it's only really gotten worse, as each year, even if I spend it with my parents, it's never in B-ville anymore. This year, we're in Chicago. In fact, we have to do 2 Christmases. Christmasi?
Hopefully it won't be as bad as the Christmas in Chicago which involved my family driving back on X-mas eve, leaving me all alone on Christmas since Rob had gone home to see his fam. Talk about sad. There's nothing more sad than watching "Its a Charlie Brown Christmas Special" all alone with a bad tv dinner and ritz crackers.

[screamforsheena]

I hate New Year's Eve with a fierce, unwavering passion. Every year, I vow to just stay home and not deal with the bullshit, but every year, I end up somewhere I don't want to be, surrounded by people I don't want to be with, way too drunk and vowing that next year I'll just stay home and not deal with the bullshit. Every. Year.