I didn’t realize….

I was supposed to know how to do everything by my second rodeo. That seems like a very low number of rodeos. But, alas, I manage. As the dreaded holidays are approaching, I’m comforted in knowing I have the excuse of all excuses. Remember when you were supposed to ‘avoid’ someone like the plague? Now I get it! My elder dearest was right after all! I have a very small group of dearests. Around this time of year, it seems like everyone else has a herd to deal with. And I have a pea in a peck. Or peas. Or whatever that even means. But now when I need the perfect bubble, I think I’ve got a leg up on everyone. Why do these weird sayings keep popping into my head and finger tips. My legs are crossed and down. Anyway, my little grouping, for the first time, seems about right. We don’t have to travel. Well, a bit. I mean we can’t walk. And we are fairly(?) careful in dealing with the masses of a$$es. Or at least we tell each other that. Until the buts. But I went out to eat last night. But I went to play tennis. But I had to get my wifi fixed. Butbutbut. But, I like big butts and I cannot lie. I’ve blogued before about my f*ckit list. No old person bucket list for this chic. However, my f-it bucket is getting quite full. Just realizing all the more things I don’t have to do. And I do like that feeling. Nope. Pass. Not today. Tomorrow’s not looking to good either. See where I’m going, or not going with this? Kind of refreshing actually. Perhaps, I can enjoy looking at a decorated tree for once and not go dashing out the door. Ok. I haven’t ‘dashed’ in a long time but it’s the day of weird sh*t popping in my head. Must be the nostalgia of the season, or having an older Manfriend. (He is not going to like this tell-all and could certainly ruin the season of lovvvvve. And my presents.). Just joking. Or something like that. Butbutbut now that song about big ones is stuck in my head and I can’t think of a way to wrap this up. You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen, Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen. And Rudolph, of course! #hopethatbubbleholds#speakingofbigbutts