Brave Sir Robin is a little tense.
Just a tad.
My life has been a dime store novel (though, not a particularly compelling one) for pretty much forever it seems.
That, it appears, is changing!
The events of the past few days have made it clear that my life is indeed now a Christmas movie. Not a beloved one, that you can't wait to see every year because it doesn't feel like Christmas without it. Not one that TBS will run marathons of, and families will gather around the TV in Christmas Eve pajamas to watch, holiday libations in hand.
No, Brave Sir Robin is living one of those Christmas movies that plays on the other channels. The ones with "C" list stars from the 80's. The ones that play on channels opposite football games.
you know the plot -
Stressed out, type "A" person plans the perfect Christmas, works like the devil to make everyone's Christmas wish come true, only to see it turn into disaster after disaster through no fault of their own, and then wrap up neatly with a "that's what Christmas is really about" ending?
I hate those movies.
I will, however take the cheesy happy ending if I can get it.
I'm trying to schedule a carpenter, (no, not that one), an electrician, furniture delivery, and the cable (satellite) guys.
Everything depends on the cable guys.
Guess who didn't show up as scheduled yesterday?
Still, as problems go it's a better one to have than what most of the last year delivered.
I just need to relax.
I think Cappuccino has the answer. Doesn't he look sweet? Don't be fooled. He's playing nice the last two weeks before Christmas. He's hoping for some catnip in his stocking. Or a small child, I'm not sure which.
Oh - I did manage to make cookies Friday.
Recipe to follow.
Happy Holidays from my castle to yours.