Forgive me, it has been forever since my last blog . . . it’s the holiday season and all the extra stuff coupled with some deadlines, etc. 

Not that anyone cares, but I am stick a fork in me done Christmas shopping.  Yes, I write a continuing character who loves to shop but I definitely didn’t base her on my own life.  I loathe shopping, always have.  If I could do absolutely everything online, I would but alas, some things you just have to go and hunt down in that large cavernous, crowded hell known as the mall.  I don’t do the Black Friday thing but I wonder what bran trust came up with the idea of holding early bird specials at 4 AM.  Forget that – the better question is why do people line up to be the first ones in the door at 4 AM? 

Oh, I skipped a recap of Thanksgiving.  Right off, one of my fave holidays – it’s all about food.  We’ve always spent the day with friends.  Relaxed, kick back kinda day.  This year (thanks to my husband falling under the devious spell cast by my mother), we ended up in a church rectory doing the bring a dish special.  The meal was followed by gray-head Karaoke.  Many numbers began with “You remember when the Andrews Sisters did this one . . .” Um, no.

Post Thanksgiving comes holiday frenzy.  I made the huge mistake 25 years ago of creating a Christmas craft for our Christmas Eve party guests.  Now it’s an expectation.  It’s also done.  I’d show a photo but some of my buds read this, so I won’t ruin the surprise.  Then there’s the ‘get ready’ stuff – purge from closets and drawers and toy boxes in anticipation of new stuff arriving on 12/25.  I think I have Christmas OCD. 

So, I turned to my old friend and whined.  Cherry Adair and I go way back.  See . . .

*Rhonda