How Did It Get Here Already?

I have four Christmas parties this week. That’s one, two, three, FOUR social obligations to prepare for. Honestly, I don’t live under a rock, so I am not sure how exactly Christmas sneaked up on me this year. I knew it was approaching, but now it’s like BAM! I’m here bitches, ready or not! Where’s the egg nog?

And I am not. Ready that is. I am not ready for Christmas.

Oh sure, I did a little online holiday shopping in my bathrobe a few weeks ago. But that is simply not going to cut it! I have to bake cookies, put bows on presents and shop for the perfect gifts and… wait a second, who in the hell am I trying to kid? No one, and I mean NO ONE expects that sort of thing out of me. I even told ED I was going to make homemade Oreo cookies and you know what he told me? “What’s wrong with the ones you buy at the store?” and you know what? He is absolutely right.

Why mess with perfection? Why go against god’s will to have perfectly round cookies laying neatly in rows? Why upset the system?

This year, if I show up to your holiday party carrying a bag of Oreo cookies with a bow haphazardly slapped on it, please keep in mind that it’s the thought that counts. Also, that it is 100% ED’s fault that I am not baking this year.

Blogfully yours,

Summer

PS – the title makes me giggle. Shortcomings… E.D….he he he.

Summer ED is not Emotionally Disturbed, Holidays