We could get lost in the purple rain Talk about the good old days We could get high on some pink champagne Baby, let me count the waves Let me love you like a woman Let me hold you like a baby Let me shine like a diamond Let me be who I’m meant to be Talk to me in songs and poems Don’t make me be bittersweet Let me love you like a woman
Ok, I’ve stuffed myself with food the way you stuff a plushie at Build-a-Bear! Now, I’m ready for Christmas. No, I don’t mean the dinner, I mean the decorations. I think the delicious food makes me so complacent that I can embrace my belly and laugh right along with jolly ol’ Santa!!! In fact, I might just waddle around behind him and embrace feeling small in his shadow. *laughs* Seriously though, its always been a tradition at my house to decorate for Christmas the day after Thanksgiving. I’ve never been one to decorate every room in the house. I keep the decor in the living room and dining room, maybe a little ceramic tree in the guest bathroom provided there’s room. Once upon a time, I did the whole yard and lights on the building, but I’m too old and lazy to be climbing on ladders nowadays. Okay, mostly scared and lazy, ok? I’m not the most graceful person on the planet.