A little joy

Merry Christmas!

Homemade ornaments are my favorite.

I am ready for the holiday hustle to wind down now and the actual celebrating - the joy - to commence. What's done is done ... and if it isn't by now, then it's just not getting done. It's been fun getting it all together; really, it has. But that's been the prep and now is launch.

And I hope your Christmas is a blast.

I am looking forward to a little more focus in the coming hours and days: on family, friends, blessings. I've been trying to multitask lately and it has not gone well.

Not at all.

For example, a couple of weeks ago, I accidentally parked in a handicap-designated spot at the local pharmacy. There was no sign and snow still covered the ground, hiding the symbol painted on the blacktop. I didn't even notice until I came out of the store and realized the spacing seemed too generous for a regular spot. There were plenty of other designated spots, but I felt terrible for the mistake, made in my hurried state while running errands.

A couple of days later, I dropped my keys while walking in the parking lot of another retailer. I was rifling through my purse for the next stop's list and not paying attention when my keys went flying out of hand. I bent over to pick them up and bashed my head on the bumper of a car ... parked in a handicap spot.

Karma - 1; Lorri - 0.

Last week, I had a mean case of a 24-hour virus that was probably the result of hurried hand washing while out shopping. Ug. That warning light that flashed in the car and I hoped was just, you know, nothing serious, because I didn't have time to deal with it? It wasn't nothing. It was $613 worth of something.

The other day, I accidentally sent a "luv u" text meant for my husband to someone who was, in fact, not my husband. I had multiple messages in play and was also making homemade caramel. The result? Awkward, with a side of unintentionally creepy.

Today, I was sitting in the drive-thru at McDonald's waiting for the prompt to take my order, while counting out exact change (I'm an exact-change kind of girl) and messing with the car's clock. The prompt came and I ordered my usual, a large Diet Coke ... only I didn't say Coke. I said a word that begins with C and rhymes with clock.

[I'll give you a moment]

Yep, that's what I said: a large Diet ----.

So anyway ...