Posted on December 13th, 2012
Oh, December. I can’t seem to write a post that doesn’t try to devolve into a painful Christmas memory. (In my family…they were always painful and usually vicious. No, that’s not hyperbole. I keep trying to write a few of the stories up, but I can’t make them funny.)
When I am at home and reasonably organized, after I vacuum and do laundry and oh, so many dishes and all the things that fell by the wayside during the successive illnesses in the AAL family (where does all the dust come from when the windows are closed, I ask you?), I will take more pictures of hats. Maybe even watch my favorite Christmas movie.
My resolution for the new year is to go twelve months where I don’t want to say, “Thank the FSM that’s over.” (Or at least to have a more resilient attitude about the vicissitudes of life.)