…..or The Boxing Day Blues.
I am still not sure what happened. Maybe it was the glaring “3D Effect” puzzle pieces or perhaps the more than generous helpings of left-overs. The chocolate maybe? I should have known things were going awry when I saw the devil in my cinnamon bun. More likely it was heat exhaustion as I was continuing to take pictures for my Evolution of the Christmas Garment post. It was hot as blue blazes and the sun was splitting the rocks when I took the shot of my beach themed shirt, dang those three quarter sleeves, can’t they make a Christmas motif tank top?
By the time I got to my favourite T shirt the sweat was trickling down my back and once again I mistook thirst for hunger and got distracted by a pile of cookies. The black shirt in the hot sun must be what put me over the edge.
The next thing I knew I was inside a cardboard box, like some bad child character from an Enid Blyton storybook.
I was apparently the doll which remained on the store shelf – didn’t even get purchased with a deep Boxing Day discount.
I don’t understand why. I know I’m no Eaton’s Beauty doll but I come with a free hairbrush and lipstick. Don’t kids just love to brush long hair? Maybe the grey would be a little off-putting. But my eyes; they open and close!
Maybe if I moved around and showed them my good side. Hey, what do you mean, there isn’t a good side?
I’m out of here.
And suddenly I was back in my house. But where was my tacky Christmas sweater? And why am I covered in Christmas lights? Only my therapist will ever know…
No more Christmas sweaters. No more pictures of me. No more Christmas blogs. No more left-overs. But I will just nibble on this cinnamon bun while I work on my boxing day puzzle.
© Judy Parsons 2015