Tuesday, December 25, 2012

"There Is a Possum by the Front Door."

What is it about Christmas that makes it so exhausting?

Is it the excessive shopping and out-of-this-world crowds, lines and traffic?

Is it the stress of being around family?

Is it the overindulgent eating and underwhelming holiday workout regimen?

Or, is it the fact that Christmas is the one week reminder that you’re about to start a whole new year and therefore you ought to resolve to do things better in the new year?

I think it’s the combination of all these things.

When all of the gifts have been opened, when all of the radio stations have stopped playing Mariah Carey, when I no longer have an excuse to watch “Love Actually” and well up with happy tears, I get to thinking, “how am I going to make this year better than the last?”

What does “better” even mean?
Does “better” mean “healthier?”
Does “better” mean “fiscally responsible?”
Does “better” mean “nicer,” “more giving,” or “more obliging?”
I never know.

I’ve got a couple 2013 plans in mind. But they change everyday. I’ll keep you posted.

For now, I’ll leave you with the few pictures I took this holiday.

Happy Holidays, y’all.
You haven't lived until you've tried to force a cat to wear a Santa hat. After giving said cat a bath. 

Elf collars are met with the same disdain, in case you're wondering. 

Christmas gift from Ray. The color is called "Majestic Yellow." Love/

If you saw my old black clutch, riddled with kitty scratch marks, you'd know this new clutch wasn't a "want" gift from Ray, but a "need."

Our Christmas Eve-Eve dinner. 

And this little nugget was near my entryway Christmas morning as we tried to leave to meet my family. A possum. Who played possum and pretended to be dead. Until he really died. Gross.

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