you-know-you-want-to

I had a couple of things I wanted to blog about, but true to form, I’m going to go with the silly. Surprise!

Tis the season to over-indulge. There’s always one or two things that you know you shouldn’t do, eat, drink, during the holidays, that you inevitably… do, eat, drink.

 

And then some. :hitit:

I’ve gotten the crazy spending under wraps, at this point in my life, and my friends and family, you sort of have all the gewgaws and gadgets you want or need. Not that we’re affluent, just that you realize stuff is well, stuff. Takes up space, gets dusty, cost money, just ‘another-one-of’, ‘more’, stuff.

Also, I don’t wait till Dec 20-24th to do my shopping and/or send out my cards anymore. (Yes, folks, the crazy woman inevitably running for the till at 4:45pm on Dec 24th was me.)

But here’s one habit I can’t quit: I love me some Turtles. Those holiday boxes of 90000 bite sized pieces of delicious nougat, caramel and chopped nuts, covered in milk chocolate? I can polish off a box in a matter of hours. Like this past weekend fer instance– which marked my inaugural gorging. ::blushing::

I should feel bad. (I do). And yet, I know that before the holidays are over I’ll do it again…. (and again). Besides, around here, they’re only available during this season.

So what’s your Xmas overindulgence? Chocolates? Egg Nogg? Fuitcake? (co’mon now, the supermarkets wouldn’t stock those sweet, sweet, fruit-filled, door-stoppers if they didn’t sell). Have a secret passion for those cute battery operated dancing stuff toys? Do you need a 12 Step to get through the holidays without your glue gun? Co’mon, fess up.