Denial. Take Me Back.

~Okay so the most crazy a** thing just happened. I was glancing over the stats page and notice a bunch of hits coming off eBay.  I'm all wtf is this about? I'm not selling myself on eBay. Cut to scene and someone linked my sequin pants post for the J.Crew sweater.  Can you imag? I mean shouldn't they send you an email before they put you on blast on eBay?  What if my mom's on there and thinks I'm for sale?  I'm gonna have some 'splainin' to do. ~

Little aside there before I launch off into the reality:  Christmas is over.

You've probably already realized that, but my head's been stuck in the chocolate sand.

I've been sitting here all week trying to maintain a perpetual state of holiday.  Is that you reality?  Uh, I'm not home *she says while eating just one last chocolate*.  Suddenly work hit me like a brick between the eyes.  You mean I can't go meander off all afternoon for lunch, cocktails, mindless shopping that produces bags of treasures I should be giving away but am keeping for myself?  And don't even get me started on how I'm supposed to work my way out of needing an afternoon nap.  After 2 full weeks of afternoon naps I'm a hot mess come 2pm when I can't lie down.

Oh Christmas, come back soon.  *throws self on floor and bawls eyes out*

It was only yesterday:

Gifts wrapped carefully, placed gently beneath the tree.

Daily deliveries from the UPS man.

chocolate. all day long chocolate. 

Christmas morning treats.

Impromptu mid-day margarita pitstops.

And glorious naps with the cat.

Where did it all go?