In my gutsy quest to embrace Thanksgiving (my mind’s ultimate foe), I got all dolled up for holiday grocery shopping.
I was rocking some serious seasonal pizzazz as I strode into Publix yesterday, big list in my hand, my mother at my side (life is always better when my mom is at my side).
Unfortunately, I soon wilted.
I didn’t fold.
I simply paled, went a little frayed and tattered around the edges.
So, a cautionary victory has been called for Day One of Operation Big Squeeze, as Day Two looms ahead with an ominous gobble.