It's Jorden,and boy, it's raining cats and dogs out here. Not only are we stranded out in the cold and windy, but my nose is running like a freaking waterfall. Since we had no tissues, I was forced to head over to the napkin dispenser in the packed Costco warehouse to grab three scratchy napkins to substitute for the soft tissues my pug nose oh-so desired. Now, we're driving in our sandy-colored Lincoln Navigator to drop off these dang mixed fruit cups at my grandma's place. Come to think of it, this is all her fault. We do this about every two weekends if not every weekend. Do what, you may ask? Go to Costco's to buy this crappy fruit. Seriously, couldn't she cut some fruit up at home, put them in individual little cups, and cover them with some plastic wrap? You know what? It might not really be her fault I was soaking wet, getting my new hair-do wet, and drowning in my own mucous. It was my mom. First of all, why can't we go buy the fruit later, and mail it to her? It's the Christmas season; everything is getting mailed. Secondly, she was the one who forced me to go to that terrible place she calls the "beauty shop". I call it total HELL. It sure feels like it, anyway. The burns, the gallons of grease sitting upon my head at the same time, making the burns even more severe, and the feeling of being deep fried in peanut oil seem like a close reality. Anyway, now it's raining, and all that wasted pain and money just trickles down the drain with the rest of the rain.
Later on, I'm not surprised to find my nose still dripping, but now I am exhausted. Christmas Eve in Memphis. This year, totally rained out. I keep reminiscing back on the corny comparison the d.j. made over two times on the radio today every time he played "White Christmas", (repetitively, by the way), saying "More like we'll be having a wet Christmas", which, like I said, is incredibly corny.
It's not much to say, but, Happy Holidays! My dad's been fussing at the multiple news anchors for saying "merry Christmas" and being biased towards the many holidays coming around during this season. I'm normally con-correspondence, but tomorrow's Christmas, so what the hay. I'll listen this once. Just this once.
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