Guilt in a box.

My brilliant sister made the observation not too long ago that as a child she was jealous of me for all of the things my parents gave to me when we were younger. She said that she realized now how much my parents were compensating for a lack of connection with me by spoiling me rotten. I couldn't help but think of this when opening an unexpected package tonight and discovering these five (the dog even got me something!) gifts. Aww...my mom evenb wrapped them to match my color theme this year. And she put star tags on them because she knew about the Menorah. I will wait until the actual day to open them - or perhaps I will open them for the first five nights of Hannukah. I have to be getting another three presents from someone. In any event, as soon I've actually bought their gifts (Target, here I come!!!), I'll be packing my own guilt in a box and expressing it out on Friday. Since I'm writing about the gift giving and all lately, I thought you'd like to see my Hannukah decorations.

(At left: A Charlie Brown Hannukah. Right: Hannukah blue accompanied by the lil' silver fiberoptic tree I bought this year.)



If anyone wants to come over and make potato latkes or spin the dreidel, I'll be here all month - just swing by and bring a bottle of Manischewitz Wine. Just a warning - I'm hanging the misteletoe if you're cute.

-J.

This post was sponsored by the Wrapped Up Committee.