I was a bad girl.
I didn't blog. I didn't read blogs. I didn't read the paper or watch the news or listen to NPR.
Instead, I went to my first Christmas party of the year, drank champagne at 10 am, after attending a long, interesting meeting where I felt inept- not the first time. later in the day we met another family for a night at Medieval Times., where i might have fallen in love for the 50th time with a long haired knight in red-- the bad guy- of course. Video and pix to come.
So why is that I find that something about this season makes me sad?
I cried while watching an inspirational movie- Peaceful Warrior, then welled up with tears at the Petsmart dog adoption site, and had to go see yappy evil dogs being groomed to get over it. I became overwhelmed listening to carols on Sirius and had to pinch my thigh to avoid getting emotional when I saw the old homeless guy who looks like a skinny St. Nick get busted by the cops for panhandling.
Am I a sap, or just PMS' ing?