…can lead to a holiday depression. It sort of sneaks up on you. One minute I’m enjoying my cream cheese frosted red velvet, and the next I’ve got black mascara dripping down my face . (Sidenote: cupcake baking is the business to be in. Ten cents to make, 2000% profit…why do I not have those business skeeels?!)
I don’t want to feel sorry for myself. All I’ll say is that I almost killed my tree with my overheated apartment. Fortunately, I was able to resuscitate it with a my hedge clips and water. Poor thing. All it wanted was a temperate place to shine some X-mas spirit.
Just for today, I can get through my holiday depression.
Hi, I'm Solange and this is my blog. I've been oversharing here since 2003. I'm still searching for sanity. If you hear of any, let me know.