Lets do the math: too much food plus too many family members and one bathroom. It would all seem grand, if it weren't for the fact that everyone becomes compacted by food, lack of car spaces, and lack of approriate elbow space at the table. You would think, "Oh family, they can master anything."
Something that is true in part. We can master sickness, babysitting, money problems, and even the occassional flat tire. In all of those cases, though, there is some problem that we ban together to defeat. But like the North and South colonies, once the war is over with the motherland we realize that we can't stand each other either. The lack of elbow space isn't going to help.
Praying for indigestion of the masses might though. It would sure as hell give us a reason to complain about a mutual thing, and thus just might keep the peace. So I will give thanks for indigestion, if I really get that lucky for its occurance. Although if you think about it, I'm just trying to save the holiday.
For Christmas, I got nothing but avoidance.
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