Two holiday tidbits:

I went to the post office the other day to get holiday stamps. And I figured as long as I'd spent that much time in line, I might as well stock up on my regular stamps and the stamps I send to the bill collectors (they don't warrant the nice ones). I narrowly escaped getting the Islamic stamps (there's nothing wrong with these, they're beautiful, just not my religion - don't worry, I avoided the Madonna stamps too, even though they are my religion), and settled on some Santa Claus stamps, picked up a sheet of breast cancer stamps and asked also for a sheet of Love stamps. The lady behind the counter was more than helpful with all my purchases except,

Her: We don't have any Love.
Me: *blank look*
Me: You don't have any Love for sale?
Her: No, I'm sorry, I can't give you any Love.

She smiled. I was pleased that she saw the humor in the situation.

The second story happened a few nights ago when Jish took me to a Christmas party thrown by some of his co-workers. I wore a red sweater I rarely wear, partly because it is so very, very red and also because it is a turtleneck, which usually makes me feel like I'm being suffocated by my clothing, a sensation I generally try to avoid. Anyway, these are two issues I can get past if it's the holiday season and I'm not going to be out for long.

Anyway, I had rushed home in order to change, not having a very clear idea of what I was going to wear until I pulled the items out of my dresser. So dressing wasn't done with the same amount of care and forethought that I usually put into my ensembles. But I was pleased with what I came up with, and congratulated myself on the outcome. So halfway through the party, I was standing there, listening to those around me talk about their work stuff and remembered this particular sweater's penchant for riding up in the collar area and decided that was as good a time as any to fix it. I fiddled with the edge, I fiddled with the bottom, I decided to pull from the inside and ... found the tag.

Yes, I had put the sweater on backwards. And I couldn't do a darn thing about it. I was pleased that Jish saw the humor in the situation.

There isn't any more to either of these stories. They just occur to me every once in a while and make me smile, so I thought I'd share.

Happy Holidays!!!