December 2009
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I love our Christmas tree. Can’t wait to wrap some gifts and stash’em under there on Wednesday night!
My mom teaches at a nursery school. One year for a gift, she got a package of fancy hot cocoa mixes. My favorite was drinking the raspberry hot cocoa out of my Tweetybird mug.
Needless to say, office coffee from a paper cup doesn’t compare.
When I was 14, I hung Christmas lights around my room. Colored ones. I would turn them on and listen to the Beatles and do my homework I. The flourescent-pink inflatable chair my mom got me.
My nail polish is the same color as that chair.
I was so happy that December; so light and free and full of life. I got a rush of it a second ago— that feeling.
I can have it again.
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If I sprayed Lysol all around my cubicle every time someone sneezed without covering his or her nose and mouth near me, do you think they’d ever get the message? Would a bleach solution be more effective? How can I impart to people that I do a fine enough job getting sick all on my own, and don’t need their nasty germs to help? The delights of my day.