THERE IS SNOW IN THE FORECAST FOR TODAY! Forecastfox, please do not toy with my emotions about this. You have to understand, I live in central Texas. We see snow about once every other year. So when we see that little icon with the white geometric shapes next to a gray cloud, we get VERY excited, and would be DEEPLY disappointed if no actual snow materializes. I assure you that I will be roundly denouncing your name on Twitter if I have to spend all day explaining to disgruntled children why there is no snow in our yard when mommy said there was going to be snow in our yard today.
I could have an entire blog about how much I love Christmas cards. Every single aspect of it is a joy for me: I delight in updating our contacts database with the names of new friends we met throughout the year; I look forward to composing a handwritten note to each person in the space at the end of our family newsletter; I smile as I affix each address label on an envelope, thinking warm thoughts about the family whose name is on the top line; for months I look forward to nights of drinking eggnog with my husband, carefully reading each of the Christmas card letters we receive. One year I even made a nice scrapbook with all our friends’ photos and letters.
It is as if I have some sort of Christmas card gene where all the kindness, warmth, creativity and graciousness I lack in every single other area of life is all concentrated in this one thing. Whatever the reason, it is my favorite part of the Christmas season (other than, you know, celebrating the birth of the Savior of mankind).
If self-pity were an Olympic sport, I would be up for a gold medal with this whole ruined clothes thing. I already mentioned it on Twitter, but since 140 characters is not nearly enough space to fully unpack my woe-is-me saga, allow me to use this space to expound a bit:
I am fortunate that I have (err, had, but we’ll get to that in a minute) a small winter wardrobe of quality designer sweaters. Not that I can afford designer stuff, but luckily my mom is the Michael Jordan of bargain shopping so she often buys clothes for me at deep discounts. Because my freakishly long limbs make it hard to find stuff that fits, I meticulously take care of these few clothes that are the right size for me. On Monday I saw that I’d developed a laundry backlog of all my nice sweaters (since I wash them separately in the delicates cycle and hang them to dry), so I decided to do a load.
Fast-forward to Wednesday morning: I was looking around in my closet and saw all my sweaters folded and neatly stacked on my bathroom counter. “Wait a sec, ” I thought. “I don’t remember getting them out of the washer…” And then I realized: we’d had a friend who cleans houses come the day before…and she needed the washer to wash some sheets…and probably thought she’d help me out by finishing my load…and might not know that I don’t put these clothes in the dryer…and….NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
It was a total loss. She’d dried them on hot. My Ralph Lauren piece now looked like a turtleneck tube top with three-quarter length sleeves, and I will have no further use for my once-classy Liz Claiborne sweater unless I’m invited to be a backup dancer in a Snoop Dogg video. I’m not mad at our friend at all — it was totally my fault for forgetting the stuff in the washer — but I am just slightly distraught about the whole “not having any winter clothes anymore” thing.
With the astounding generosity I’ve seen from blog readers in the past, I wouldn’t be surprised if some saintly person emailed me to offer me a gift card to replace my clothes after reading the pity
extravaganza above, so allow me to do a little translating: when I say that I “DON’T HAVE ANY WINTER CLOTHES ANYMORE!!!!” in self-pity-speak, what I mean is that I “don’t have any winter clothes that I like as much as the ones that were ruined…though there probably are still things in my closet that I love but that I’m conveniently forgetting about because it would make the situation seem not that bad.” party
If anyone is moved to help out folks in need, I would recommend contacting your local St. Vincent de Paul society since I know they have a large number of families in need (real need) this year.
Anyone heard of gargling with cayenne pepper to cure a sore throat? My husband had a sore throat earlier this week and I came across this site that said that it almost always works. It’s a cool idea for a site, by the way: they take common folk cures and let people rate how well they work. The cayenne pepper sort throat cure had 342 people say it did work, 24 say it didn’t. Interesting.
Tonight I’m going to do one of my favorite things in the world: prepare Christmas cards while sipping eggnog and watching movies with my husband. It doesn’t get much better than that. Have a nice weekend, everyone!
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