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Merry Christmas, everyone! It's always shocking how quickly Christmas Eve arrives. I mean, you're going about your November, just contemplating the holidays and presents and then bam! It's almost December 24 and your amazon.com order is set to arrive on that very day, leaving you with approximately 2 hours to wrap it up and take it with you to Christmas Eve dinner. WOHOHOHOHO, SEASON'S GREETINGS!!!

Yup. I just wanted to get that off my chest. It could have been worse. My online shopping packages could have arrived on the 25th. I don't know why I haven't learned my lesson. I should just make up my mind more quickly and not wait for the, last day of free super saver shipping on qualifying orders... restrictions apply. I also did some actual shopping in stores where the only thing worse than lining up at the register is lining up at the register with the person behind you breathing down your neck. All right, just kidding, it wasn't that bad. Except if the person breathing down your neck had ashtray breath, haha. No, it wasn't like that. It really could be worse, like if the person behind you had ashtray breath and a bad temper and you were in a hardware store that sells chainsaws and the store is about to close so there is only one exit.




Last Saturday, I finally got a haircut. Okay, now don't sneer at me but I haven't had a haircut in weeks and weeks. And by weeks I mean months. And, fine! By months I mean half a year! The lady who does my hair moved and she only flies into town every so often. So we got together and I wanted a length that was just above my boob area, long layers, no more bangs, thank you very much.

After the actual haircut, something got into her and she decided to show me how to do glamorous curls! Armed with her curling iron and several rollers, my fabulous hairstylist gave me a kind of old Hollywood 'do. Super fancy. I wish I had somewhere to go to other than the NEIGHBORHOOD SAFEWAY where I had to stop by. Oh well, there's nothing like looking glam at the cash register, under supermarket lighting.

Psst... How about some Marjorie Dawes for the holidays?

Underplay/ Overreact

I had an interesting encounter a few weeks ago. I complimented someone about her figure and I got a response that I didn't quite expect. We've all heard the usual ones like, thank you and aww, you're just being nice or, really? But I've never heard someone reply with a, drum roll please...

Well, I've been blessed.

Before I blurted out, blessed you are... with a big ego! I thought about it. Was I taken aback because I didn't really mean what I said? Was I surprised because the response was something I've never heard from most people I've paid compliments to? Was it her or was it just me? Was my inner reaction an overreaction?



Moving on to matters of the fitting room. I decided to be a little more adventurous and try a clothing item I would not normally touch with the edge of a fingernail. Yes, I am talking about harem pants. I've seen people who have worn them with success, most of them tall women with Alexa Chung thighs and on them, the pants really do look strangely appealing. So I tried a pair on at Nordstrom's and WHAT THE HEY?! MY EYES ARE BURNING! I looked like I ran out of pants and decided to fashion a loincloth out of someone's black bedsheet. It was bad. Worse than the time I tried on a pair of diaper slacks at Ross Dress for Less (just kidding).