So November made me a wee bit, um ... stabby. You may have noticed.
I am now officially over myself. No more wallow. It is not becoming. Besides, it is December, month of things shiny and sparkly and snowy and wrapped in Tiffany boxes.
(JEFF: Hint. I programmed the nearest location into your GPS in case you were in the neighborhood.)
Wallowing in December is like a crime against nature. December is the month of joy and giving and human goodness ... and Tiffany boxes.
(JEFF: Are you reading this???!!!)
I will be done with this depressive thing until January. January is an inherently depressing month. There are no Tiffany boxes in January, for one.
(JEFF: Unless we want to celebrate the first day we met?? Jeff?! Because I know a good gift, if you were looking. See, Tiffany Box, footnotes 1 and 2.)
So, Santa, go ahead and bring it. And all your reindeer friends, too. I'll pour the eggnog and get some hay.
Game on, holidays. Game ON!
I am now officially over myself. No more wallow. It is not becoming. Besides, it is December, month of things shiny and sparkly and snowy and wrapped in Tiffany boxes.
(JEFF: Hint. I programmed the nearest location into your GPS in case you were in the neighborhood.)
Wallowing in December is like a crime against nature. December is the month of joy and giving and human goodness ... and Tiffany boxes.
(JEFF: Are you reading this???!!!)
I will be done with this depressive thing until January. January is an inherently depressing month. There are no Tiffany boxes in January, for one.
(JEFF: Unless we want to celebrate the first day we met?? Jeff?! Because I know a good gift, if you were looking. See, Tiffany Box, footnotes 1 and 2.)
So, Santa, go ahead and bring it. And all your reindeer friends, too. I'll pour the eggnog and get some hay.
Game on, holidays. Game ON!
9 comments:
I love me some little blue boxes...I don't think there is anything that couldn't be solved with a little blue box and a white bow - but not ANY blue box...that is for sure!
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Ha, I hope Jeff listens to the little birdie speaking to him.
for some reason this one brought tears to my eyes :) game on! love it!
tiffany boxes automatically induce crying. NOT KAY boxes. Hear that men?!
Oh Jeffff! Happy sexy times are calling you!
Oh, yes! Can I copy and paste your entire last post and change the husband's name to "Mike?" Merry Christmas to us all. What red-blooded American woman wouldn't love a little blue box on Christmas?
If my husband brought me a Tiffany box, I'd be scared. Very very scared. I'm sure there would be something very ugly in that box. I prefer cash, but I take credit cards as well.
the thought of a (robin egg) blue box wedged between the limbs of the tree would help greatly in getting me out of bed at 4:am xmas morn.
Personally, I don't think Tiffany blue is actually your color...I bet Cartier red would be more fetching!!! Didn't you say that was your lucky color anyway?? And Jeff, if you get lazy and want to pretend that lame bracelet from Penney's is from Cartier, I know where to get a box...
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