Friend: What do you have planned for your Thanksgiving tablescape?
Me: ……………….. huh?
Understandably, the first associated word to pop into my mind was… “manscape”, but I figured that wasn’t quite what she was referring to (reference to Thanksgiving kinda gave that away). So I turned to good ole Google for some enlightenment.
Turns out it’s about…
Mylanta & Pepto were involved…
there’s a freakin VILLAGE… with little PEOPLE on that damb table!!
And most importantly… who the heck CLEANS up and puts all that junk away afterwards?
I’m sure I’m ripping on this whole build-a-tiny-village-on-the-dinner-table idea because I could only *wish* I had the patience to put that together… just because I wanted to, and not for the compliments.
Because I KNOW if *I* took the time & effort to prepare sum’n like that… and NOBODY said a word about how amazingly mind-blowingly incredible the whole setup turned out, I’d walk out with my head hung low, lock myself in my room, and roll up in a ball in the darkest corner, and cry myself to sleep… as a matter of fact, I’m getting pretty depressed just thinking about it.
I think I’m just gonna avoid the possible emotional mess altogether and pretend I didn’t even think about this. Yep… sounds like a brilliant idea to me.
I’m a single-mom, certified professional life strategist, breakup recovery coach, religion teacher, best selling author, foodie wannabe, and advocate for victims of narcissistic abuse.
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