Thursday, December 31, 2009

Don't look at the calendar, look in your nightstand.

So, when's it over? All the laziness, and the playing, the parties, the eating? How do you know for sure when the holiday revelry has reached its natural end?

Well, I'll tell you.

It is over when the box of milk chocolate turtles you stashed in your nightstand on or about December 17th, which you have been eating for breakfast each day, before you even get up to pee or insert your contact lenses, is empty.

(Is exactly like when you finally pull the tiny felt Jesus-in-the-manger out of the advent calendar on Christmas Eve, except you get more caramel drool on your white pillowcase.)

This event happened today.

I mean, sure, there are still some mini oreos, a couple snickers bars, and some gummy bears left there in the drawer. I'm not going to starve. (I am acting on the assumption that with gestational diabetes testing, no news is good news.)

But the turtles are GONE.

When I wake up tomorrow, after a night of debauchery that (cross my fingers) includes me repeatedly beating Jake at X-box Trivial Pursuit from the comfort of our own bed, under the big down comforter (that can only be used two months of the year because it it so warm. Usually around Valentine's day I wake in the night, drenched in sweat and cursing, and throw it across the room), while each of us drinks from our own bottle of Meier's Sparkling Pink Catawba (Cold Duck will do, as well), a new year will have dawned (or will be dawning, since I still don't have any curtains on the bedroom window, and the sun is a harsh and early alarm clock. The desert sun is unforgiving. I think I might have permanent retinal damage), there will be no turtles to unwrap and scarf.

Which means it is time to pack up the nativity set, and start brushing my hair before noon.

Is anybody with me?

Happy new year.


10 comments:

Barbaloot said...

Do I have to brush my hair before noon?

Beeswax said...

No way.

sarinahbrooks said...

Man.... great idea. Turtles in the nightstand. I need to go buy a night stand and then the turtles. great idea. I hate the end of year closing. I too enjoy the parties, food and general fun. It is super sad when the lights come down. Ah.... to the new year. Happy New Year Kel!

Kacy said...

I'm with you. I'm getting sick of wallowing.

Claire said...

I know it's a sign that the festivities have come to an end, when I start to feel queasy at the sight of another chocolate. When this moment is felt, I'm scared. It will not do, to feel sick at the sight of chocolate. I must therefore jump on board the January healthy eating bandwagon and cut out all junk food. For at least 2 weeks. Til the feeling of yearning, nay, craving chocolate returns...

Kristen said...

I love all the parenthesis. That's exactly how I think on paper.

Anonymous said...

nice post. thanks.

Brett and Shireen said...

For me, it's when the last bag of candy cane hershey kisses is gone. And I've polished off the 2 lb box of sees candy too. And the peppermint bark. And all the cookies. And the hot cocoa. And whatever candy "Santa" has put in my stocking. And even my purse has no more candy. Then I know it's over. (This happened on Tuesday).

Heidi Ashworth said...

I remember well the annoying glare of Christmas tinsel in the deep San Deigo blaze of sunshine every December. I love your blog but you make me glad I don't live in Arizona (I hear the sky is very blue there, though.)

kanishk said...

It is super sad when the lights come down. Ah.... to the new

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