My brother called me at the asscrack of dawn this morning to quiz me on who likes what candywise. He then informed me that the laptop deal he was counting on for my niece had fallen through, and that she was having a meltdown.
I love this child, but my goodness, she is spoiled rotten. I am grasping at straws trying to come up with a way for my brother to fulfill his daughter's Christmas wish, but in a way I just want to shake her until her teeth rattle. She is making him feel like a big ole pile of crap because of something he has no control of. She puts a great deal of stock in THINGS, and all I can think of is how lucky we are to have two Christmases in a row where her father is clean and sober. At least I think he is. I dread the thought that this might be the thing that throws him off that wagon. I don't think my parents could take it.
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I am also conflicted because everyone seems to be keeping track of everything this year. I am so tired of people worrying about tit for tat. I am getting so much joy out of actually using my imagination and buying actual presents rather than just giving gift cards this year, and it just chaps my ass when someone says something to the effect of "Don't buy me anything because I can't buy anything for you." or "I only got you..." or "You went over the limit." It is not a competition, folks. Let me have my fun! GIVING makes my Christmas willy hard.
Something else that would give me Christmas wood? Waking up tomorrow to find that Santa had left me a new follower or two. Go on...press that little button over there and become one of the Beautifulist People I Know. You know you want to DO IT.
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