Please, could you cut me some slack? Seriously. You’re beautiful, have I told you that lately? But you’re really starting to annoy me.
You started out all lovely and pleasant and I relaxed enough to let my guard down. Then you swooped in and severely kicked the crap out of me.
Fractured bones, crazy coworkers, harsh comments, a bad hard drive on my PC, and now you’ve given me a broken sewing machine. What’s next? The flu? (NOTE: Please don’t take that as a suggestion. January gave me the flu twice in one month a couple of years back, I think I’m good for a while.)
Was it because I was bragging? Because I was doing a little happy dance that my Christmas shopping was going well and I was starting to think about snow and going to buy a Christmas tree? I’m sorry, I take it all back. Remember last week when I made pumpkin butter and an apple pie? See? I’m enjoying you and all your fall-ness. I promise I’m not trying to rush you by.
But really, did you have to go and break my sewing machine? Now I’m going to be without it for a week or so, which means that my Christmas projects are most certainly not going to be finished by the end of the month. I can’t even buy the rest of my gifts because I have to pay $89.95 plus the cost of parts to have my sewing machine fixed. That’s all of my shopping money. That’s a pretty cruel trick, October.
We have two weeks left of each other, I propose a truce. I will promise not to “accidentally” play Christmas carols on my iPod; I’ll keep the thoughts of wrapping paper and Christmas movies to a minimum; and I’ll bake a pumpkin pie. In return you have to back off.
Stop breaking my stuff (nephews included) and let me have a decent week this week. I’m on vacation next week and I promise to celebrate you to the fullest extent. Now seriously, how about a little more bright sunshine and crisp autumn air, and a little less tension and broken hard drives? Please.
Lots of love,