Twas the Tuesday before American Thanksgiving, when we celebrate people in silly hats with buckles pre-snookering cool cats in feather headdresses with crappy food like turkey, but hey, beggers can’t be choosers, eh? I am at work. I will forever be at work. Though told that Friday is “family time,” ergo boss will not be in the office, I will be here, despite the fact that I came from and in fact do still have a family. Apparently, family time = only for the 1%.
Tis a gloomy Tuesday today, but I have hath just brightened it by doing important work. Holy work. The final work of preparing for Jesus’ big birthday celebration, also known as Christmas shopping. When contemplating work peeps/gift ideas, I dithered back and forth on how much to spend and on what. Alas, a rescuer came via email at just the right time with the holiday life preserver. It’s in the shape of a tree, made o’ boxes filled with delicious candy, one for each day of December until the Big Guy’s Big Day™ (totes gonna ™ that — Big J would love it, I think, as would Santa and that’s good since there are actually the two big guys for the big day, eh?). I bought one for the office as it covers everybody AND I get to eat the candy I like when I’m here. Win-Win! I also bought one for home, since FAMILY and all, and more candy for me there, too.
Here it is, the Mrs. Prindables Advent Tree thingy (note: I’m not being paid to share this — I simply can’t contain my joy):
I’ve enjoyed Mrs. P’s caramel apples, slathered in chocolate and candy and YUM, so I know this treat tree will be tasty. Most importantly, however, this concludes this year’s Holiday Shopping. WOO!
I do have my cards to send. As I’ve done in the past, if you want a card from me and you’d like to send me one — let’s share holiday cheer! — email me at hello at daisysmileyface dot com with your address. Remember, it’s reciprocal. You’ll have to send one, too. Let’s save the postal service together!
I am wearing black socks that also have white reindeer and trees on them. My feets are festive. And in two short days, I’ll be celebrating the official kick off to the holiday season in true American fashion: I shall wear my snowman jammies all day, watch several awful parades that have way too much production value and not nearly enough marching bands featuring too many drums and saxophones, take a break from all that fun, then begin cooking our holiday meal.
As ‘Merica is a melting pot, we melt something different every year (note: we don’t like turkey). This year, we’re celebrating our neighbors to the south… It’s Taco Thursday in our house this year. I’m so grateful that we get to say Ole!
Our tacos are different. How? Well, you’ll find out when they star in this week’s Thursday Doors as well! Since I’ve been dealing with unfun things at work lately AND it’s going to be 25 degrees F on Thursday, ergo I am NOT going outside ALL DAY, the doors will be inside and feature our tasty taco creations. Ooh!
As of Thursday, the final countdown begins (you’re welcome, 80s kids, for that earworm). Then! On December 1, the Chocolate-y Countdown begins at home and at work. I’m still stupified at how fast the time’s going by. Wait, is it already New Year’s Eve and I’m actually singing Auld Lang Syne? If that’s true, WHO ATE ALL MY MRS. PRINDABLES ADVENT CANDY? I want the truth! I CAN HANDLE THE TRUTH.
Wishing you a chocolate and candy dream day.