…can lead to a holiday depression. It sort of sneaks up on you. One minute I’m enjoying my cream cheese frosted red velvet, and the next I’ve got black mascara dripping down my face . (Sidenote: cupcake baking is the business to be in. Ten cents to make, 2000% profit…why do I not have those business skeeels?!)
I don’t want to feel sorry for myself. All I’ll say is that I almost killed my tree with my overheated apartment. Fortunately, I was able to resuscitate it with a my hedge clips and water. Poor thing. All it wanted was a temperate place to shine some X-mas spirit.
Just for today, I can get through my holiday depression.