“OMG! I do me really, really well.”

“I don’t often use the term OMG. In fact, I make a point not to. And yet, I did. It was sing-song-y and the whimsey, pre-adolescent-like epiphany begged for some ironic self-deprecation. However, as life-lived stacks up in decades, bedrock lessons learned in youth are trodden by adulthood. So, yesterday when I took the time to really look at the hodge-podgy, kitschy Christmas, I’d tossed together out of the bottom-of-the-holiday-box-reject-decorations, I thought “wow” that is terribly tasteless—I love it.