A few weeks or more go by, and then suddenly it hits you.
You have not thought of that person even once.
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when the canvas gets painted black
Party #2 is an annual favourite. A cookie exchange. I love cookie exchange. I love the tradition of sharing sweets this time of the year. I love leaving with 10 dozen different cookies.
I love cookies.
I walked in and I don’t know what happened. I did not want to be there. The house was so pretty and warm, the tree lovely and decorated. I knew all the women there and like them very much.
where no one knows you
At Christmas party #1 I knew no one but the person I went with.
I had a wonderful time. There were old fashioned carolers on the front doorstep. And incredible food. And one perfect glass of champagne.
There was a psychic on the second floor (I love psychics). We had to ask her two questions. The people in front of me and behind me asked about their children. Sorry folks, I asked about me. When my kids go to a psychic they can ask about themselves.