So I'm pretty sure this last week before school lets out and Christmas begins thinks it can take me down.
It's shaking its Monday at me screeching about Laundry and shopping. Tuesday's already wagging a finger with warnings of shopping, wrapping, baking, writing,and shipping. Wednesday's got its eye on Christmas cards and I think Thursday won't let me leave without doing something about that Santa Claus-esque gray streak I've got going on.
Well, let me just tell you Week of December 14th. I've seen bigger and badder seven day stretches than you, and I will not be defeated until the last snicker is doodled and nuesse is pfeffered. Got it? Good.
Because these are the reasons I kill myself every year.
Because Stevie still asks for "surprises" for Christmas.
Because Matty just will call out from out of the blue, "I love this time of year."
Because Amy sings Christmas carols with her arms thrown up above her head.
And because Jesso has no idea what's going to happen in less than two weeks.
Now go back to playing Christmas specials and last-gift sales. I've got work to do.