The Underside Of A Rock

The holidays have become a source of intense pain for me the past few years. It seems like it just gets worse and worse with every passing year. This year, I decided to preempt the holidays by simply crawling under a rock on Christmas day and not emerging until I had to be at work today. Somehow, it worked. The whole Christmas thing passed and I was in my bed sleeping and not crying...much. On Thursday my best friend informed me that he is moving to Destin...permanently starting Monday. I cried and cried and then couldn't face work on Friday. That is when I decided to forget the holiday. I had to go to my grandmother's with my dad on Saturday, but that is the ONLY holiday related celebrating I did. If I hadn't promised I would go to Grandma's, I wouldn't have gone. Seriously.

Now, New Year's is fast approaching and I am thinking that I may crawl under the rock again, but this time I am going under with a bottle of wine and a few shots of vodka. Take that holidays!