...for stomach aches.
You know you did exactly what I did the past three days: stuffed every goodie within reach down your cram-hole until your innie turned outie.
So don't tell me you're not still full from Christmas ham, beef, or turducken because I won't believe you.
...for unpacking toys.
The toys you got for Christmas.
Because you're at that age where you don't care what your friends, family, neighbors, co-workers think of your obsession with remote controlled cars and video games.
...for zero workplace motivation.
No one is working anywhere this week, so there is really no reason you or I should be.
...for seasonal depression.
No more Christmas carols, no more Christmas lights, no more family gatherings, no more presents.
What does that leave us? Snow. And cold. Bitter cold. Then more snow. Then slush and mud. Followed by rain.
...for counting down to Saratoga track season.
Oh to see those stately thoroughbreds crossing Union Avenue, holding up traffic, and leaving golden surprises in their wake.
By "golden surprises" I really mean poop. They poop in the street.
...for New Year's Resolutions.
You know, the goals you set for yourself that you can't seem to keep past noon on the second day of the year.
...for swearing to shop earlier for Christmas presents next year, to not wait until Christmas eve to wrap said presents, and to save ambitious baking projects for, let's say, a Tuesday afternoon.
Enjoy this post-Christmas season and have a Happy New Year!!
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