Help me, before I judge again…
Buddies…I have yet another confession to make. For those of you who haven’t figured it out yet, I consider myself a true liberal. I hold no judgement for anyone regardless of their race, creed, lifestyle, or economic status. I truly subscribe to the therory of ‘ live and let live’…..but… I have to confess that I do look down on some members of our society. My name is Erika and I am a Christmas Decoration Bigot…
rnI am a firm believer in a monochromatic theme. While I prefer a simple strand of white lights…be they of the twinkle or standard variety. I can even tolerate the combonation of red and green. As I look out my window this evening my eyes are visually assaulted by the multi-colored, slap dash chaos that is my neighborhood. There is a home with in a stone’s throw of mine that could only be made more tacky by an amplified rendition of dogs barking ” Jingle Bells”.
rnWhile I hate this judgemental side of me, and I struggle to suppress it, I find myself with this over whelming urge to right the wrongs committed by my brethern and commit a stealth attack of re-decoration under the cover of darkness.
rnI know that some of you are questioning my position on this topic as hypocryitical, being that I own both an inflatable snow globe and carosel, as well as the 8ft tall Grinch. But I assure you that they are stategically placed about my home and look very cute. So much so that people have stopped me at our local grocery store to compliment me on our decorations. ( very small town )
rnAll that I am saying is that if you run out of red and white icicle lights, buy more… DO NOT fill up the extra gutter space with flashing blue ones…Is anybody else with me?
rn
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The turkey was only a 15 pounder, way too small for my brood, so I’m taking it to the women’s shelter offices tomorrow. I’m also going to take some of my winnings and get some extra Thanksgiving fixings to take along with it. We debated about celebrating our win at the neighborhood tavern, but we were both too tired and decided to come home instead. The most pathetic part about that? Three elderly women at the table behind us were all debating about where to go next, the one shot down Denny’s because they don’t have a liquor license, and she was, ” in the mood for a cocktail “.
The best part of the treadmill today? When I went upstairs to walk, propped up in front of the TV was a copy of The DiVinci Code that Ethan had smuggled in the house lastnight to surprise me. What a guy!