Obsession

As I type, I am patiently waiting for the Christmas program at church to begin. Justin is in it (he's an angel...don't laugh!), and we had to be here at 4:30 to rehearse. Since we have but one vehicle, I came at 4:30 too. I figured I would get some work done, but here I sit stalking blogs. Our internet has been out all weekend, so no stalking have I done. I LOVE it when everyone has updated their blogs! It really brings joy to my otherwise very dull life. So get to writing.

My topic for today is not what I have been doing all week/weekend, becuase that would not be very interesting...instead I would like to talk about the unhealty obsession I have with buying stuff. It really gets out of control during Christmas. I just love to buy things! It makes me so happy to just whip out the card and purchase "stuff." I keep buying Justin things. We set a limit. I am over the limit. Yet I feel compelled to buy more when I see something I think he would like. I may need to see someone about this. Do you think this could be an inherited trait? When I was little I would go shopping with my grandmother (Dorothy Wade) quite often. She was always looking for the perfect pink camisole. When she died and we were going through all of her stuff, you wouldn't believe the number of pink camisoles the woman had collected. It made us laugh. So I'm pretty sure my obsessiveness is rightly justified.

Something else that I am obsessed with right now is the dinner party I am having on Friday night. I call it a party, but it is really a birthday dinner for my mom. She and Dad and Aaron and Sandi are coming to Fairhope this weekend for our Bostic family Christmas! I have worked meticulously on the table scape. I have thoughtfully planned the menu. I have scratched the stickers off the bottom of my fine china in anticipation of their first use. (Sad, isn't it?) I even had some linens monogrammed. I am beyond obsessed about this dinner for six. If I could only channel this energy into a hobby that was good for the body and easy on the pocketbook...

Gotta go see Justin in all of his angel-ness. I will take pictures.