December 15, 2001

• I've had a new and unexpected experience this weekend.  I've been "outed."   My dear sister decided to risk estrangement and harsh words to confront me with my addictions.  I've wrestled with whether or not it would be appropriate to show my appreciation for her selfless act by returning the favor. . . nah.  I'm taking the high road.  Stick and stones may break my bones - but as long as they don't get in my ice cream - I'm okay.

  
  

  PS - For everyone who speculated as to the cause of my crying jags for the past week - I'm NOT pregnant.  I'm just exhausted from spending a month with greatly reduced sleep. That combined with general Christmas sentiment has turned me into a wide-open faucet of tearful reaction to everything. 

  
  

  I'm feeling MUCH better today.  In spite of my having told everyone that wild horses couldn't drag me into a store this weekend, my hubby and I have been shopping all day.  And I'm getting EXACTLY what I wanted for Christmas.  I didn't expect it but my husband loves me (and he's tired of me sleeping in the recliner ) SO he bought me a new bed.  They only do deliveries to the back side of nowhere once a week so it won't be delivered until Wednesday.  Which will give me just enough time to shop for new sheets, a comforter, pillows, new curtains, a nice bedside lamp . . .

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