Tuesday, January 06, 2009

January Hangover

The holidays are over, shopping and wrapping done, decorations up, decorations down, gifts returned to the stores for cash to pay the electric bill for the decorations, greeting cards sent, Bing Crosby singing "White Christmas" until you puke, cooking and cleaning, relatives and their bratty kids (who found all the shit you stashed under the bed while cleaning), putting up the tree, taking down the tree, office parties, cocktail parties, sneaking a nip or two in the closet and the pantry, smiling for an entire month—-boy oh boy was it fun!

But now that your adrenalin level has returned to low, you're pooped. Dragging ass. Bummed out. You feel, and look like, crap. You manage to make it out of bed, only to collapse on the couch. And then you can't get out of couch. You can't do a thing with your hair—not only on your head, but everywhere.

In truth, you feel exactly like the rag rug by the front door or on the mud porch, the one everybody wiped their filthy boots, shoes, and flip-flops on.


Don't worry, though, because you have almost eleven months to recover before the fun starts all over again . . .

5 comments:

stinkypaw said...

I've been feeling and have been caught looking like that pooch on the couch... and I'm not embarassed. It's to be expected, after all, it is ONLY January 6th!

Kim Ayres said...

My daughter Meg was just asking me this morning how many sleeps until Christmas...

Charlie said...

SP:: It is a brave woman who will admit to looking like an old rag rug. Then again, I know you enjoy Christmas.

KIM: It's obvious that Meg enjoys Christmas too. I have a sneaking suspicion that little girl doesn't let much grass grow under her feet . . .

happykat said...

I feel like that dog in the pic!

Mary Witzl said...

Charlie, is that dog REAL? And bless him, is that what I think it is?

We got off okay this year. The car had a major breakdown, gobbling up our Christmas fund (such as it was) and we made do with one box of shortbread, sandwiches, and a bag of mixed nuts. Weirdly, it was one of our best Christmases.