I can assure you that my holiday vacation was more like The Griswolds Visit Dr. Phil than it was, say, Miracle on 34th Street. (The one with Natalie Wood, not the Mrs. Doubtfire lisping wisp of a girl, natch.)
Be not deceived that our holidays were all Martha merry-making, that we were all just putting on our Pinterest pants and rolling out cookie dough and assembling gingerbread houses with cotton candy coming out of the chimneys. (But seriously, how come I am the first to think of that? :winks: )
I would be remiss if I didn't cop to it. Sometimes the holidays are just really a mess, right?
Sometimes your mom blows up your spot behind the couch.
Sometimes you make a Snowgirl who sort of looks a little like Jack Pumpkin from Nightmare before Christmas
Sometimes guests comes over when you're still in your jammies. And then your daughter posts a pic of it to the interwebs :)
Sometimes your sister gives you Pringles for Christmas.
Sometimes you just loaf like a professional couch potato. For days.
Sometimes your old man thinks he's the family dog.
Sometimes things just are lookin' a little shifty.
Sometimes there are orange men on a couch scaring small children.
Sometimes your outfit matches the cafe walls.
Sometimes there are bowls.
Sometimes you just want to take cover and hide.
Some moments are really splendid, it's true:
How cute is my stepbrother's li'l fambam?
Happy New Year, y'all. I'm really looking forward with a sense of hopefulness and a real sense of purpose about this year. I hope the same is for you and yours.