I hear it ya'll.....the huge collective sigh all over the world that the madness which somehow sprang from a simple baby's birth in a manger in Bethlehem is almost over. That is, as soon as the dollar store clears out their stuff at 90% off. I got everything I could ever ask for, plus more. A nice day at work .....Mary Engelbreit calendars....aromatherapy and neck massages. Well, not peace on earth. But that will probably NEVER happen, but ya'll don't shoot the messenger. As Daddy would say "It has always been thus and so." Check the good book, chapter and verse.
In case ya'll were thinking about dropping in for a visit, don't come unless you'd like a good dose of the holiday crud. I've had it for a month ( even AFTER a flu shot ) and my poor BG has been stricken as well. She's camped out on Aunt Granny's couch/ aka her temporary bed, with the big TV and two heaters. And Faith. Her royal highness Lily is perched atop two pillows watching over the whole scene with her feline paws crossed daintily in front. Sam is snoozing on the couch beside my desk and Oscar is somewhere getting used to his new collar and licking his wound. Just another day in paradise. I finally took a flashlight and actually looked at my throat today and was shocked to see all those nasty looking pockets up in there. Guess I'll have to get another Z-pack since I gave Daddy the one I had.
God is good. All the time ^j^