Brussel Sprouts

My holidays have been like going to a fabulous restaurent for dinner. Imagine.

I order a great appetizer, which arrives looking wonderful just as I get up from the table to get something from the car. When I return to my seat I notice that everyone has shared my appetizer, leaving me only a prickley garnish of kale. Which is OK because I know the main course is coming, which will more than make up for the episode with the appetizer.

My entree arrives (with an unexpected and undesired side dish of brussel sprouts), just as I'm going to the rest-room. I return to the table to discover that my entree was so spectacular that it was devoured by my dinner companions. Leaving me a few brussel sprouts, which I don't even like. Which is OK because I know dessert is coming, which will more than make up for the episode with the entree.

My dessert arrives. I keep an eye on my dinner companions. But ... I drop my napkin. Instinctively I reach over to pick it up. In that moment, there is a frenzy that results in my dessert being consumed by everyone but me.

No one understands why I'm looking forward to staying home the next day and have peanut-butter-and-jelly for dinner. All I can say is ... at least PBJ is better than brussel sprouts.

This creative analogy brought to you by Lucy, who thought of it in the middle of the night while feeding the baby. There may be more of these analogies forthcoming. Or not.

Waves

SO, does the food analogy actually have to do with holiday food? LOL. Well, I guess probably not, otherwise it would not be an analogy..right?

Danielle | 12/30/2005 - 03:28 AM

Actually, there were indeed food issues! There were also scheduling issues. And time issues. And scheduling issues. And boundary issues. And scheduling issues. And shopping issues. And scheduling issues. And gifting issues.

All of which was thrust upon me willy-nilly, in spite of my best efforts. I suppose I was the opposite of teflon, whatever that is. LOL. I was velcro!

Lucy | 12/30/2005 - 02:08 PM
 
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