Happy it’s-almost-Christmas, awesome readers!
Whether you celebrate Christmas or not, you’ve probably noticed that the stores are extremely peopley these days.
Admittedly, I haven’t noticed. That’s because I haven’t even started my shopping yet. Every year around this time I tell myself, “next year I’m starting my holiday shopping in September!”
I even put on that stern voice our parents use on us when we’re kids and they catch us doing something like trying to see if our pillows fit down the toilet. And every year I ignore me. I guess you can say it’s my own special holiday tradition.
OMG, I’m rambling. I think it’s because I’m having an anxiety attack about not being ready for Christmas and according to my mom, “CHRISTMAS IS IN FOUR DAYS, MONA.”
PS. I’m working on another post about how I almost died in Florida. It’s not very festive so I thought I’d post this one first. Also not very festive but I’m working up the courage to go into the stores and this is my way of getting into the holiday spirit because writing is how I deal with everything and it’s the middle of the night and the stores aren’t even open yet so I’m hoping that by the time they open I’ll be like, “Okay. Let’s DO THIS.”
PPS. Highly unlikely.
PPPS. Yes, Leona. I AM aware of the run-on sentence that just ran on forever. Even my fingers are out of breath.
PPPPS. My fave part of Christmas happens in February when I lift up my head and realize that I got through it.
PPPPPS. No worries. I’ll feel better once I get to my mom’s and she hands me a glass of wine.
PPPPPPS. OMG. I have to survive the next FOUR DAYS.