Oh, Turkey Day is almost upon us. Normally, I look forward to the time with family and friends–people I don’t get to see very often, but this year, I’ve been banned from going for my “own good.” Is it sad that I know it’s better if I don’t go and yet still want to go? Yeah, I’ll be sick…but I will probably be sick anyhow. Last year didn’t go over well, though, so maybe I shouldn’t go. I’m still trying to decide. :p
Black Friday is just a few days away. Anyone have their store hit list and shopping lists already made out? This year, I can’t go. Hubby would strangle me if I ever LOOKED like I was trying to go. Oh well, I can just make my list and hope he or my little sister can get whatever is on it for me. It sucks to be so limited, but it’s life and I shall survive.
And then Saturday is the day…the day another year of my life comes to a close and a new one begins. Oh joy on that one. No, seriously, I’m a bit excited about it being my birthday and yet I can’t get too excited about getting older. I think I’ll just continue to count backward like I started a couple years ago, and as soon as I hit 21 again, I’ll go back up, then back down again and so forth. *grin* It’s better than facing reality at times. Right?
I need to be writing today, but the bug won’t release me from its nasty grip. *sigh* And the hubby and child will be home soon. Where did the time go? Oh yeah, unexpected guest ate up part of the time, though I’m not complaining. I babbled like an idiot, but that’s nothing new or unusual. It’s also a prime example of why I prefer text to actual speaking…at least then I can think about what I’m saying and read it before letting it be seen by one and all.
I’m rambling and I know it. But my anxiety level is high and I can’t seem to help myself. I think it’s time I go stare at that book I need to be working on for a while.
Toodles!
Heather
