But I’m not in the Big House, even though I wrote my name on Justin Bieber’s underpants, so there is such a thing as magic and as for me, I beliebe.
But my little Jewish friend — not so much. This 1st-grader who shall rename anonymous proudly brought home this gem to his parents from school a week or so ago. I saw it on my friend’s Facebook page and after I picked my shiksa ass up off the floor, I asked if I could share it with you. Cuz no matter what religion we practice (or don’t), we all need a good laugh.
So more about this week.
First there was the hullabaloo a commenter caused after she ripped me a new one saying my husband and I are horrible parents because we celebrate diversity. I really enjoyed your reactions to her and it reaffirmed my faith that perhaps for every ignorant person out there, there is an equal and opposite practicing non-idiot.
Then that same piece got picked up by the Huffington Post. I’m not even about to #humblebrag. I’m just gonna flat-out brag. I’ve been published in HuffPo. The Huffington Post. In all seriousness, such a major dream come true.
My friend the Grinch, i.e. Mike, gave you 10 Things to Hate About the Holidays. But you didn’t really need anymore reasons at this point, did you? I’ll give you one anyway. Cookie exchanges. WTF?
I also agreed to interview Justin Bieber’s mom, Pattie Mallette. Then I almost backed out. Then I did it anyway but in kind of a weird way. And I was pleased to discover that among the many things this lady has that we know about, she also has something a lot of people don’t know about — a sense of humor.
The interview was ostensibly about the Biebs’ new movie, #Believe, opening Christmas Day. But it became a little more about his underpants and silly mustache. You can read about it here. More to come on that story.
And all around the internets, I was reading and seeing amazing stuff like this from Nicole Leigh Shaw, and this from Kathy at Kissing the Frog and this from The Bearded Iris via Elf Shaming. Go ahead — laugh, cry, laugh, cry. Then laugh and cry some more. It’s what all the kids with seasonal affective disorder are doing this holiday season.
I hope you have a very merry holiday of your own choosing and you get to see those sugar plums dancing in your kids’ heads — even if it takes a fifth of vodka to do it. For you, not for them, dummy. They shouldn’t have more than one drink, two at the most! KIDDING!!
Raise a glass. There are only 4 more shopping days until we can finally get off the holiday insanity express. Cheers to one and all.