Christmas
I know I haven't posted in a while bloggers, but to be entirely honest, I've not been wanting to smash the Christmas spirit. Until yesterday, I was in a bit of a funk. In other words, I was stuck, and didn't know how to get out of the hole that had been dug for me. I was lost, edgy, and confused, hurting, sad, and lonely. I had no idea how to get my childlike Christmas joy back, and had lost all sense of hope. I didn't really want to post with all the doom and gloom floating around in my head. And then my sister happened. Author and I are sisters of a sort. Its the easiest way of explaining our relationship. We fight like sisters, we love like sisters, and we get each other out of their funks like sisters. And boy howdy did she pull me out of mine. By the hair of my scalp. May Abba always bless her for being able to do what no one else can. Now as you hear this story remember, she hates shopping, but clothes shopping is considered a success if no one bleeds, and shoe s...