Today’s the day, my friends. The day I venture out into the chaos that is holiday grocery shopping and buy the food that we need for our Christmas Eve Eve dinner. And I’m planning on walking through those automatic doors prepared. My grocery list is made, I’ve pumped coffee into my veins, and I’ve got on a “Let’s Do This!” attitude that even Rosie the Riveter would envy. Oh suuuure, there’ll be time later this week for warm smiles and kind words of thankfulness and gratitude, but let’s be honest. Holiday grocery shopping is no place for Tiny Tim and his cheery optimism. No, his little crutch would take an accidental slip on that waxed linoleum floor, and the soccer mom standing nearby would reach right over poor Tiny Tim to grab the last can of cream of mushroom soup. Our boy Tim would be unable to maneuver his way through the aisles crowded with abandoned shopping carts, and the glares poor Tim would receive as he fumbled his way through the self-checkout line would snuff out any holiday glow. It’s a holiday menu jungle out there, folks, so grip your grocery lists tightly and, if you’re Tiny Tim, hang on to your crutches.
I’ve got my fingers crossed for this week. Minneapolis really needs to get its winter act together. Yesterday we had rain, my friends. RAIN. And rain just won’t cut it for Christmas in the North. And my sister’s winter wedding is coming up, so if Minnesnowta refuses to live up to its namesake, then you can bet that I’ll be following the bride and groom all day with a snow generator. We want a sparkly snow wedding. Not a be-sure-to-leap-over-that-mucky-rain-puddle wedding. COME ON, MINNESOTA.
Good luck preparing for the holiday!