I usually have it all together. My holidays are free from stress and are peaceful family times. No kidding. Two years ago, I caught a cold just before the holidays. I caught it again this year. Why? Why me? I just want to whine the day away with a box of tissues.
Part of our gift to my teenager is money. What do you get someone at his age? So, I had the brilliant idea of turning the money into origami pieces. Why not? How hard could it be? Pinterest has so many wonderful examples. It really isn’t that hard, but the clock is ticking and I’m wasting my time laying around in bed feeling sorry for myself. Maybe I will just put it in a card. Go easy on myself. Nope. Must. Be. Over. The. Top. Sigh, we make our own misery.
This is probably my last turkey as well. Steak is so much easier to prepare. If only my husband didn’t love turkey so much. Perhaps it is the cold talking. I think I need a long winter’s nap.
Hair. Mine. I’ve had it long, short, permed and now dyed. Mostly dyed. I can’t believe how much I have to get it dyed to keep the illusion of youth. I warned my husband never to complain unless he wanted to be married to someone who looked old enough to be his mother. Did I just confess to that?
When I was little, my mother would tell me stories so I would sit long enough to have my hair braided or combed into pigtails or a ponytail. Anything to tame that scraggy mess. But I was a stubborn one and there was many a time I refused to have my hair contained. My poor mother.
I have never liked my hair styles or how my hair would take shape. Some women have the beauty thing down- I never did. The only thing nice about my hair is that is that I have a lot of it. I mean A LOT. Two bowls of hair dye kind of a lot. I will never be an old lady with thin, cotton candy hair. No, I will still be getting it thinned at eighty. Probably having it dyed then as well.