I just got back from dropping off orders and picking up my check.  Normally after I do that, I give myself the rest of the day off but not at this time of the year.  I have a stack of Christmas cards upstairs waiting to be addressed. 
If they were my own cards, I'd say screw it but they're not; it's a job.  I need to finish those and then tackle the rest of the orders I've got that are specifically for Christmas.

Then I can go pick up my own cards and get them in the mail.

I also have to make cookies today.

In the old days (when my kids were little and I weighed about 100 lbs) I used to make a batch of Christmas cookies every day from Thanksgiving till the 23rd.  I also used to hide them all and not let the kids eat them till Christmas.  Now I make them when I feel like it, let the kids eat whatever they want and if they eat them all, I make more or not.  I no longer care.  I think it used to be about accumulation, which is stupid; they get stale the longer they sit.  Now it's more about eating a billion cookies.

The other day, I felt like I was being buried by a billion grains of sand.  No one big thing was bugging me but I was in a foul mood, due to tiny irritations.  It all began when Jay had a stack of bills he was going to drop in the mail that morning.  I sealed up a Netflix movie and told him I was adding it to the stack of things going in the mail.  I put it right on the stack.

He took the bills but left the movie.

I wanted to slap him.

Then I got to Sam's club and the photo kiosk wouldn't show me any Merry Christmas designs that would take my photo; they all cut off the heads of my kids.

WTF?

I finally found one stupid design that didn't butcher my photo.

Then it turns out Sam's club no longer carries the large tubs of Crisco shortening.  They haven't carried C&H brown sugar in years and I've decided it's the only brand worth buying.

These are all tiny irritations but for some reason they had me homicidal the other day.

If this is a glimpse of how menopause will affect me, I should probably move to a desert island till I'm 60.

As I was driving from Sam's to a grocery store, my phone rang.  I answered it like this; "AAAAAuuuuuugggghghhh!!!!"

It was my sister Katie.  She laughed.

One of the things I hate most about having a cell phone is "I'm driving my car" is no longer an excuse not to answer the phone.  I know; I don't have to answer it and mostly when I'm driving I don't.  The other thing I hate about my cell phone is the fact that every time the darn thing rings, I know it's for me.  I really really hate that.


Then I was standing in line at Rainbow with my bag of chicken wings, my wheaties and my crisco and the older gentleman in front of me let me go in front of him and his full cart.

He'll never know it but he probably saved someone's life with that simple act.

Sometimes simple acts are the things that save the world.

Today I feel great.

 

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