Holiday Hiatus
A month. Seriously, a month has gone by without me writing anything, and I feel horribly guilty. I really do, see, I was raised in an Irish Catholic family. The guilt I feel over my mother raising an eyebrow is almost crippling. It drives me to drink (that's more the Irish part than the Catholic, I suppose), which is tragic because I'm also very Cherokee. You thought the Irish were piss poor drinkers? Combine that with my native heritage, it's no good at all. But I can explain in one word. Holidays. You all know exactly what I'm talking about. There is no rest for the weary on any given day of the year, and yet for some reason when the holidays come we take it upon ourselves to cram a bajillion festivities in that we haven't the time, money, or really desire to do because it's what is expected. But not this family. Not this year. Right before Thanksgiving the cop and I agreed not to accept any extra invitations this year. Sur...