How is it that a week ago I was caroling with senior citizens, and this week I am going to the funeral for a young man? There were so many people in attendance, but sadly this man felt so overcome with loneliness that he didn't want to live any longer.
How is it that Aunt Jess can put in dimmer switches and trouble shoot when her lawn mower and snow blower aren’t working, but she cannot boil water to cook noodles? She was kind enough to come to our rescue last night so we could pay our respects, and instead of pasta…they had pizza so no one starved. Hmmm…sounds a little like a well-planned plot to me.
How is it that no matter how many loads of laundry I do a week, there is ALWAYS more waiting to be done?
How is it that I can be charged $19.50 plus tax for my daughter’s haircut, and then not even be able to tell that any hair was trimmed?
How is it that the teacher told the kindergartners not to eat any of the sweet treats put before them yesterday…that the chocolate bars and kisses, candy canes and gum drops, licorice and life savors were only for decorating their gingerbread houses? Is it really legal to use tax payer money to torture young children? They were under strict orders not to lick the frosting from their fingers. I confess that I was first to lick mine out of the 6 charges at my table, and I am proud to say that most of them had white faces by the time they were through!
How is it that kids aren’t expected or allowed to be kids? How is it that idiotic rules reign supreme over childhood fun and folly? Every single adult was sampling the candy as they snickered within sight of these salivating sweethearts. (Say THAT 5 times fast!)
How is it that a candle can smell better…more real…than a live tree cut fresh from the forest?
How is it that no matter how much Christmas shopping I do, there is still more to buy?
How is it that Christmas is a week away?
How is it that I can feel so cynical 7 days before Christmas?
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