Oooh, SNAP! Christine totally called me on my lame-ass posting of the kitten picture last night. I admit, I was looking for the easy way out of my posting obligation for the day, and the angry kitten seemed like a good way to do it. But I should have known that my sharp-eyed readers (all, like, five of you) would recognize it for what it was. Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa.
Anyway, can you believe Thanksgiving is NEXT WEEK? The fuck? I haven’t even polished off the leftovers in the bottom of the trick-or-treater candy bowl yet. Time is going so unbelieveably fast. When I was a kid, the weeks between Thanksgiving and Christmas seemed interminable. My parents always told me that time speeds up as you get older and they weren’t kidding.
I’m really looking forward to the holidays this year, as I can use some Christmas cheer and some good will towards men and all that stuff. But I don’t want it to zoom by at the speed of light as it seems to be doing right now. I need my chance to savor several Gingerbread Lattes at Starbucks (mmm!). I want to be able to bask in front of a glowing fireplace with the lit Christmas tree nearby. Of course, that would require it getting actually COLD enough to justify building a fire, and with the 80 degree days we’re currently having here in good ol’ Southern California, I don’t see that happening quite yet.
Sigh.
Ahhh, now that’s better. Thanks! -c
Time going faster as you get older is so true. And incredibly disconcerting. Summer vacation used to last forever. Waiting for Christmas or the holidays was so hard! Now, it’s the blink of an eye.
I had a gingerbread latte yesterday. And if I had a fireplace, I’d be using it already. It’s certainly cold enough here.