I am officially (and probably permanantly by now) fucked up....

On this desk, I have an empty candle jar that I keep change in.
It's nestled between the legs of this cute little Teddy Bear.

I just now reached over and hefted the jar toward myself to grab some quarters. As I lifted the jar, the Teddy Bear came with it. I, thinking the jar had him by the fuzz on his face, started saying, "Oh God. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, ooh damn..."
Then, out comes, "Oh thank God", when I saw it had him by the tie and not his face.

Then, it hit me and I fell out....

I am such a tard.

Want more proof?
I still have the stupid tree up, yes the CHRISTMAS TREE, because as I explained to Eric via radio yesterday afternoon, it's the nicest, biggest tree I've ever had and now I feel guilty about heaving it on the trash pile.
It has a bird's nest it in, damn it.
It's still not dried out.
How, in the name of all that is Holy, do ya toss something like that?

That's almost like, "Oh man. The dog is 8 years old (or something). Better throw him out now. He's not "fresh" anymore."

Or...

"Gee. That cow is 5 now. Her last two babies were bulls and her milk weight has dropped. Off to the slaughter house with her ass.", which happens every danged day.

This is borderline stupid, though.
To feel guilty about throwing out a cut tree.
And, just by the way, how the hell do ya lift a tree that has roots and carry it into the house?
If I knew that, I'd do that.

Then, I wouldn't sit here feeling bad about a tree.
But, I'd still not wanna pinch my bears face in an empty candle jar lid.

Ow, ya know?

Posted by: Stevie at 11:58 PM

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