Fruitcake Anyone?

Perfectionists and blogs don’t mix. I’ve started so many posts for this, my intial post, and all of them have ended in the virtual trash can. They just all seem so stupid. I used to have the same problem when I tried to write letters.

Who really cares about this stuff, aside from my hubby who can hardly keep from twitching to read what I write. Who wants to know that Nordstrom’s shoe department is a glorious Nirvana? Or that Crate and Barrel had the cutest little flowered glass candle holder. And orange oven mits that I tried desperately to find last summer and NO ONE had. Who cares that I plan my trips to Ikea weeks ahead of time only to get overwhelmed every time I enter the store. I’m going to have to start carrying paper bags to hyperventilate into. And who cares that I walked across the frozen lake (144 yards), to pick up my fishing hubby, only to discover that he, my dad, and brother were not in the shanty.

Now see, there’s something worth blogging about. Ranting might be another word. We’ll see if I can actually make it to the “Submit” button with that one.

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