Forget elf shaming, try a little Hanukkah Harry Guilt! (Not gelt).
This post is a time machine back to the year twenty-twelve, but it’s the only one I have for Hanukkah.
That year I was all alone. Again.
Happy Chanukkah or Hanukkah or Hannukah or Channukah 2014!
However you spell it, it’s eight days of prezzies!
…or the continuing saga of my life.
As my first husband’s mother said to my mom, “isn’t it such a shame you wasted so much money on her education. She doesn’t really seem to do much of anything, does she?”
Looky here, readers, you all need to stop whining right now. Right now, I say!
I’ve peeked inside your private lives. Here’s a typical scenario:
8:00 a.m. You’re home with your spouse before leaving the house to go to work or he goes to work while you “stay home to take care of the kids” which really means you’re going to Tweet and shop all day and change a diaper or two, only if necessary. Not all of you, but enough to make it true. And I know it’s true ‘cos who do you think I tweet with all day?
Spouse: “I’ll home home at six. See ya.”
This is awesome.
Wife pulls the ratty bathrobe a bit tighter and rebelts it because an important message is acoming…
“Now you come right home after work, don’t stop anywhere; no bars, no strip clubs, nothin’. You come right home, ya hear me? I’m making something special for dinner tonight.”
He walks out to the car. Five seconds after leaving the house, before the car even backs out of the driveway, he totally forgot everything his wife said. Typical, right?
6:00 p.m.- no hubby
6:15 p.m – no hubby
6:30 p.m. Here it comes…the power texting, phoning, emailing commences.
7:00 p.m. Dinner burns. wife drank all the wine, spends time sharpening knives. Candles burnt down to nubs, the smoke of one burnt out candle with its acrid scent floats through the air.
The scissors come out to make a few strategic alterations in his favorite t-shirt.
She opens another bottle of wine.
8:00 p.m. His car drives up, front door opens, “Hi honey, I’m home!”
“WHERE. WERE. YOU.”
‘Wha? Why is it so dark in here?”
“Where. were. you. I called. I emailed. I texted.”
“Ohhh…didn’t I mention I’d be late today? I -uh- thought I did.”
OK, I could go on and on but the point is that when 99% of you get mad at your significant others when they’re late; when work or whatever–delays their arrival at the appointed hour–you all need to STOP WHINGING AND WHINING about it!!
Since the world revolves around me, take a walk around South Coast Plaza in my shoes (not the Gucci ones, tho. I wear a 5 1/2 and your feet’d stretch ’em all out.) I was expecting the captain tomorrow, Thursday. I cleaned the house, washed the windows, planned and anticipated the whole homecoming–even made a new welcome home sign–and he called and said he’d be LATE.
HE’S GOING TO BE A MONTH AND A HALF LATE!
HE WON’T BE BACK UNTIL SOMETIME NEXT JANUARY 201THREE!!
I’m not saying not to be pissed at your inconsiderate spouse–I would never think to deprive you of that joy–just think about ME next time.
Your “late” and my “late” are two different things altogether.
Ahem. Now, to give equal time to my cultural background as a full blooded Jewish American Princess, may I formally present to you my Hannukah installation….with the one and only Hairy Hannukah Harry holding the torah. Eight candles represent the eight days that I had to wait before I could spend more of the captain’s hard earned money.
Forget elf shaming, try a little Hanukkah Harry Guilt!
- Dog Hannukah Hat (thestarryeye.typepad.com)
- Hanukkah Party Ideas (birthdayinabox.com)