The week between Christmas and New Year feels like what the step-class instructor calls a deep cleansing breath. Mmmmmm....Ahhhhhh....Everything is unwrapped, unbuttoned and undone. All the secrets are out. The calendar is cleared and life is unstructured for a few days.
Brad is off all week and that is truly the best Christmas present ever. Already he and the boys have christened the new Christmas chainsaw, taking it in the back woods to harvest firewood from fallen trees. Ladies, when in doubt, buy your man a power tool. Not only does it bring out his rugged, masculine side--it also draws the children to him like moths to a flame, leaving you free to do important stuff like laundry and reading O magazine.
And speaking of reading, that is my holiday 12-step recovery program. I am going to read, read, read my way through the big stack of Christmas presents and library finds sitting on my nightstand. It has been months since I have read anything. Except the New Testament, of course --which is completely amazing. I love it. But sometimes I just want to read something a little less, well...Biblical, I guess. Something by John Grisham or Sophie Kinsella or some other light writer. Any recommendations?