Confessions of a Cranky Consumer
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know it’s supposed to be the most wonderful time of the year (tra la!). So why aren’t I feelin’ it? ‘Cause I’m cranky. And I’m cranky because:
1. I have a cold and my head is all stuffed up and my nose looks like it could understudy Rudolph’s.
2. I got this cold helping a certain offspring with a big exhausting project. She returned the favor by sharing her germs with me.
3. My four-door sedan is developing a complex as the only non-SUV in the mall shopping lot.
4. All four of that vehicle’s doors are bearing fresh new dings courtesy of all those huge suburban behemoths squeezing themselves into the “compact cars only” spaces.
5. My ego is still suffering from the indignity of having to squeeze myself into a pair of pantyhose for a holiday party last night (no further explanation needed).
6. “Oprah” was a re-run today. And, I didn’t like it the first time around.
7. My neighborhood Perfect PTA Mom let slip that she had finished all her shopping by September 17th and that…
8. …she hand-knit the matching sweaters her kids are wearing on their family greeting card…
9. …that came in the mail last week…
10. …in an envelope she addressed by hand in calligraphy last July.
See what I mean? So, what’s making your crank-o-meter kick into high gear?
Comments
my in-laws...that's it. Arggghhhh!!!!!
the currently pleasant yet unseasonable weather which will morph into an impassable blizzard on the day we are scheduled to fly to the Caribbean for our holiday vacation, leaving us stranded at Newark airport.
How horrible is this: Because of my surprise engagement last weekend, I lost a whole day of holiday shopping (not to mention the coupla subsequent nights). Hannukah starts TOMORROW. We're going to FIVE parties (three require Hannukah gifts) over the next 4 days. I still don't have gifts for the people we'll see tomorrow. I actually almost got into a huge fight w/my boyfriend this morning over it.
All my very (low IQ) reality shows are entering the grand finale stage. Now I'll have to resort to actual thought inspiring activities!! Bah Humbug!!
the TWO women who 'bumped' their full trolleys into my already aching back in the supermarket then the grumpy large woman who wanted to get past me so pushed my trolley across the aisle by placing both hands on the side of it, as I was still pushing, and just shoved!!! I was speachless, I love christmas but hate the shopping!
