My living room finally makes sense again. I woke up two days ago to find a crusty english muffin at my bedside and snow on the ground. As soon as I discovered this, I lept to the window and spread my curtains wide open to let in all the winter wonderlandish-ness. I was elated at this fact because not only am I in LOVE with snow, but I’ve also had my Christmas tree up since about this time last year. It gets to the point where you’ve waited so long to take it down, that it would be more sense just to leave it up. I find myself in that predicament about once a year.
Speaking of the holidays, wait, were we? Either way, I’d like to speak of the holidays. I am a bit of a holiday freak. When I say “holidays” I’m not so much referring to Thanksgiving or Halloween or Easter or Canadian boxing day, pretty much just Christmas. In fact, the only thing that pisses me off about the “holidays” is that they end. In a perfect world, we would all co-exist in a constant state of holiday amazingness.
I have alot against Thanksgiving: 1. its pointless. 2. nobody thanks anyone for anything. 3. turkeys are a hassle. 4. it takes up an entire month of what could be Christmas decorations and fills them with ridiculous things like cornucopias and corn stalks. That being said, I’d like to wish you all a Happy Thanksgiving.
Let me tell you how I spent my Thanksgiving eve: watching my best friend give birth. … well, first let me tell you how paranoid I am of having children (I think its equal parts the committment issue and the pain issue). Anyhow, any shred of hope I had about having a child has been effectually lost after what I witnessed yesterday. I had a feeling this would happen, but she’s my best friend and wanted me in there for comic relief. So I told her stories (threw in a few Kenny Chronicles) and had all the nurses cracking up. This continued all day and into the night, until forming my new favorite phrase to live by: “adoption- the painfree option.”