'Shells'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Emmett and I are eating warm-from-the-oven sugar cookies (green sprinkles) and drinking cold milk. I'm playing bizarre xmas novelty songs.
Jesse, did I ever post Snoop's "Twas the Night" or the St. Ides xmas commercial for you? You should definitely have those.
I do know of someone who acupunctured their neurotic cat. It appeared to work.
ita, I hope work stops being a source of stress. It's just not right. And you are not a traitor.
So I went shopping. And bought two shirts, one for SIL and one for nephew.
And the two emails I sent out with pleas for the lists (one is a list of stuff for the nephew) were greeted by "oh you are not screwed, what do you want for Xmas?" NOTHING. I WANT NOTHING. JUST SEND ME THE GODDAMNED LISTS.
I'm this close to just saying to hell with it all.
Silly people of Sarameg. I hope it gets less stressful and that they send you the lists right away.
All I am planning on doing is going online tomorrow and be done with it. I don't have the energy to find any joy in this, so best to get it over with. (that's what bothers me. It isn't so much stress as it is a chore, which is not what it should be. I'm usually a fake-it-if-you-can't-make-it person, but this time, I'd rather just call in sick.)
Is this all because of the tension with SiL?
I discovered that at least one allergy has gotten worse
Have you tried acupuncture? I know someone who got rid of a cat allergy that way.
I can't quite wrap my brain around how this could be possible. Nerve and muscle issues, okay, but allergies?
msbelle, nah. I talked to her the other night, and she seems to be over her snit. This holiday doesn't hold much for me anymore, plus I haven't been enjoying shopping for anything for a while. Toss that together with the fact that it's sort of a manic collision of families who have little in common, vastly different ideas about how to do the holidays and... it's just not my favorite time. I sit on a plane for a couple of hours to essentially have no privacy for 4ish days, no means of escape, no downtime and far too many well meaning relatives who follow me when I try to find a quiet corner and then wonder why I start snarling...
(and watching people awkwardly interact -my parents and the inlaw- exhausts me.)
That sounds awfully familiar, Sarameg. Maybe next year we should go to New York or something.
Or Florida, IJS.