Confession: I ate Christmas Cookies for dinner last night.
Confession: I have no intention of buying presents for people I won't see before Christmas until after Christmas.
Confession: I bought all my own gifts this year.
Confession: When I was ten I asked for a bra for Christmas. I got a stuffed bear. I was wicked pissed. But not as pissed as I was about the fact that CK ate the head off the reindeer cookie I specially decorated for Santa. I distinctly recall that there were many tears shed on both sides as CK was convinced that now Santa wouldn't leave her anything and so we wrote a special note and left him a headless cookie and some cheese and summer sausage on Ritz crackers. Because we thought he needed some protein. Apparently.
Confession: I sometimes listen to Christmas CD's in the middle of summer. I especially like Rockin' Eighties Christmas because it's got the Waitresses "Christmas Wrapping" which is my favorite Christmas song.
Confession: I regift. One time, I spent WEEKS shopping for a gift for a friend. She gave me one of those stupid scarf/hat/glove gift sets from Kmart. So the next year, I gave that exact set back to her and she loved it and I felt like a total bitch.
Confession: The thing I'm most excited about this year is the fact that I don't have to cook Christmas dinner.
Confession: Possibly my all time favorite story about M (aside from the Fried Chicken Incident) is from the Christmas she was two. There were seventeen people in my parents house and she comes out of her room stark naked and wearing my Daddy's black leather motorcycle boots and I said to her "M, I don't want you to be a naked baby" and she looked right at me, cocked her little curled head to the side and said "Too late!" then laughed maniacally and clomped off.
Confession: Christmas is the only time of year I wish I had more children. Just because I miss their ability to believe in Santa.
Confession: I still kind of believe in Santa.
(PS. Reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated. I'm not totally dead. Just down with that wretched chest nonsense that's going around. Which is basically just an excuse to be completely high on codeine cough medicine and drink a shit ton of whiskey. It's like Santa and Baby Jesus teamed up to ensure that I got exactly what I wanted. Except for the coughing. That I could do with out.)
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Ten Confession Thursday, Christmas Style
Labels: confession, Holidays, Thystleness
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DAMN ! - Christmas Wrapping is one of my faves too!
I hope you feel better soon! Just keep guzzling the cough syrup and booze - that should help! :-)
As there was no tremor on the universe, I knew you weren't dead.
feel better soon.
Wow! You really are on the Naughty list. Sounds like a lot of fun though :)
what is this Fried Chicken Incident of which you speak?!
And I too listen to Christmas music in the summer. But that is mainly due to my inability to remove said music from the iPod. So they just show up in the shuffle mode.
LOVE that story! But now I want to hear the fried chicken story, too.
I begged for a bra for Christmas when I was 11. I got one for Easter instead (WTF, Mom?), and I've regretted asking for that blasted thing ever since.
Feel better soon, Internet GF. <3
I'm glad you aren't dead.
And I sell the flea market/thrift store/garage sale gifts my MIL gives our entire family on Craigslist.
And I dont' feel bad about it one bit.
Merry Christmas Kendra. I hope you have a Merry one and are feeling better in all aspects!
I want to quote your post in my blog. It can?
And you et an account on Twitter?
I once drank while taking codeine cough medicine. I'll have to post that blog. Good times.
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