That’s funny. I don’t remember eating a sexy beast this morning. Guess it’s just one of those annoying sayings that got too much traction and now we are stuck with it. I find myself using the words ‘sh*t show’ significantly more than I used to. Dare I say it’s here to stay? Please be just the phrase, not the show. As the year is winding down, it gives a person a chance to reflect on all the wonderful things that have happened. Gotcha! Everyone is doing the best they can. Which is terrifying. I feel like my life is out of control, and no amount of chocolate can rein it in. (So not true. I’m sure there is.). I used to love Christmas shopping. Not for others of course. It was the one time of year I’d venture to a mall and see all the things I had missed. And needed. And wanted. I’d come home with my arms aching from carrying too much, and remember why I love delivery. But it would be mine, all mine. Now in the year of the (dare I say it) sh*t show, I have nowhere to go. No parties or gatherings. No work functions where I could be adored. No need for pretty things. My jewelry is rotting, and my halo is tarnishing. I’m sure my fancy shoes no longer fit. Soon I’ll just be spreading into the box. Even my blogues have lost their luster. And no one loves them as much as I do. I want to give my millions of fans some enlightenment, but got nothin. I do have one tidbit! Apparently, you can’t use ‘beefstew’ as a password. It isn’t stroganoff. Hahahahahahahaha. You may smile.