Anyone else out there feeling blerg about the upcoming holidays?
I’m not dreading them, per se, I’m just not in giddy anticipation of sugarplum fairies is all.
I’m also trying to cobble together the master Christmas list, and I’m just not feeling it. There’s nothing frivolous that I want, and I feel weird asking for a bottle of Matte About You, or a 6-pack of my favorite mousse because I’ve been spread thin after bills to be able to get it….
I’m guessing this is what it means to become a real, boring grown up: suddenly, you’re yearning for socks and undies to unwrap.
I’m sure I’ll get into the spirit in a couple of weeks, but right now, I could use another fortnight of October smashed in around here.