A snow globe the size of my living room would also ensure that I'd be living heaven on earth. I can't imagine anything more important, or beautiful. Unless you are single and therefore can't enjoy any of that. If no one is there to kiss you at midnight on December 31 and it has nothing to do with herpes sores around your mouth, then Kay Jewelers doesn't recognize your existence.
I'm very lucky. I have a fantastic, truly FANTASTIC husband, but he's a lot of work. He can't help it, he's a man. He just naturally uses the bathroom like he is in a men's prison and the rival gang to his gang is the gang that cleans the bathroom. He's smart, funny, interesting, talented, cute and has a rare disorder that causes him to lose every food container we own. There's no cure for that, we just have to buy another set of pyrex. Tragic.
I can't remember what I did last new year's eve, but I have a great memory for the things my husband does wrong. I practically have a Dewey Decimalized card-catalogue in my brain for that stuff. One of my favorite Chinese writers refers to marriage as a fortress besieged because everyone inside wants to safely escape without their home going up in flames and everyone outside desperately wants in. No matter how much you love someone, after a while, it's really easy to rag your partner about everything they do wrong because you know they can't leave you. Don't worry, he's not a cowering wallflower, otherwise I'd have a lemur and we'd be in Argentina right now, plus he rags me, too. Like, a lot.
We're feeling festive and grateful these days. To lure Santa to our house, we painted the blood of elves on our door and have been eating cookies at every meal. That's how you get him to bring you stuff, right?
Happy Hanukkah!
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