blunami

Dear reader
I'll save you from the onslaught of fury that runs like a wild river from my mouth into the world this time of year. I'll instead sit here and share with you the fact that I have succumbed to only ONE sinfull holiday indulgence. Hot sticky buns. OMG!
Nothing quite like this on earth. Realy. You can tell me nonono chocolate this or chocolate that or whatever but I'll tell you there is NOTHING like the decadence of hot sticky buns. Warm, melting gobbs of thick caramel smothered over hot fresh cinamin rolls and topped with a treeful of chopped pecans.
It is almost as good as sex at a women's play party in San Francisco... oh that is for another day.
*grin*
I don't like holidays. My family laments the death of my mother as if it happened yesturday (it happened ten years ago and yes I miss her but c'mon can we please get a little current with our misery?) She drank herself to an ugly death alone, broke, smelly, rotting, zombified,and it was tragic. Very tragic. Her demise happened on December 23rd. Bad timing. But it was also ten years ago and though I miss her each day I won't let that stop me from thoroughly enjoying my moments. But holidays....
well they just roar through my wallet like I roar through life and leave me feeling tired and wondering how to pay my car payment in January because I blew the cash on people who re-gift the crap I bought them because we all know it was done to save face not to share love.
This year I plan on shopping for the people I really like a LOT just because I can and want to and to hell with the creepy suck-ups who just want to feel errogantly popular as if we were still in high school.
What do you want for kissmyass?