Hey folks! It's getting close! Christmas is right around the corner, and once again-- I'M NOT READY! What is it with this time of year? Sometimes I feel like every time I take one step forward, I take two back! Wowzers! And it happens every year! The dreaded CRA! Christmas Rush Anxiety!!!
So, what's a better cure for the holiday jitters than getting together with a couple of gal pals and having a cup or two of holiday cheer? In my opinion - nothing! So, that's exactly what I did.
Arriving in Harlan, just a bit late (which is good for me!), I was pleasantly surprised when I found an open parking space in my old employer's parking lot, just across the street from MiCasa. Yay! And even more exciting was the fact that I ran into an old (but young) bank friend in the lot as she was leaving work. Awesome! A trifecta of friends in one night! Such a gift, and it wasn't even wrapped!
So, do I even need to mention, that catching up with old friends was so very, very much more important than doing what I really need to do these days - i.e. PAYING ATTENTION to where I park? Of course not! You all know me!
So, as you would guess, it was a glorious night. Our visit resembled a scene from "It's a Wonderful Life", as we reminisced about the good old days. Laughter was plenty, and spirits were more than sufficient. I agree with George, " No man is a failure who has friends," and because of those friends, both George and I feel like the richest person in town! Unlike Christmas shopping, friendship has no price tag!
After we bid our goodbyes, I opened the front door, only to be met by Old Man Winter. Holy smokes! A blustery, gust of wind, briskly pushed me across the street into the bank parking lot. Ho - ho- ho! It's winter in Iowa! Ba-humbug!
And then- out of nowhere, my mind whirled as I suddenly got hit with a case of CRS - Can't Remember Stuff! Oh, you're a mean one - CRS! The wind continued to howl, as Grinchy thoughts filled my confused head. Why does everyone drive a &^%# SUV these days? Why is it so fricking dark out here? Rudolph, where are you! And, heaven forbid, some %^$&* stole my car!!
So, what's an old lady do? Well, this old lady opened her purse and frantically searched for her car fob. Unfortunately, just as I unzipped the zipper, out flew a paper receipt! NO!!! That receipt better not be ...
Like Danny Kaye in White Christmas, I spent the next five minutes tap-dancing across the parking lot. Desperately attempting to land a toe on the receipt, my mind continued to race. I could only imagine what this looked like. If a cop was to go by - I knew for sure, I'd be spending the night in jail!
Finally, I gave up on catching the receipt, and I turned my focus to locating my key fob. (Have you seen my purse? Organizational nightmare!) Once found, I blindly pushed every button, hoping for the panic alert! No luck! How could I hit every button except for the alert?
However, I did see a nearby SUV with an open hatchback. I wondered what dummy would leave their hatchback open in this wind? Oh! Never mind! That's my car!
So- I finally headed for home, just as I saw a white receipt flying down the street. I'll admit, I did think about stopping, but at this point - I just wanted to go home!!
Now for the rest of the story: To the person who finds my paper receipt. While you are soaking up the sun at your new home in Tahiti, could you please have the decency to at least write me a thank you for losing my powerball ticket! Millions? Billions? Who knows?
Oh well, I didn't want to win anyway! My friends have already made me the richest person in town!
Merry Christmas!
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