Originally posted January 16, 2008

Last one there is a rotten egg!”

“Nu- UH! FIRST one there’s a rotten egg!”

Did you ever do that? Do your kids? I hear this exchange at least once a week. But with three kids, they usually add,

“Oh YEAH?! Well I say the MIDDLE one there is a rotten egg!”

“I’M NOT RACING!!!!”

I have a new Stephanie Theory, and it’s based on a couple comments from yesterday’s post. Here it is:

If you have your Christmas stuff put away by now,
maybe YOU’RE the rotten egg.

Pithy, huh?

(And mature.)

Here’s the deal: Among my real-life friends and family (you know who you are), I think I’m the ONLY one whose house is still enthusiastically celebrating Christmas. And I’ve been feeling kinda guilty about it.

Not guilty enough to put down my computer and do something about it.

OBVIOUSLY.

But embarrassed. And a little rotten eggy.

But I’ve discovered that confession really IS good for the soul. Cuz after I confessed coming in last in this race, I heard from a couple readers that I was NOT alone.

And these two, Sherri and Katdish, are COOL and FUN and they LAUGH at my jokes and Sherri thinks I’m gonna be published some day.

(I heart you Sherri, even IF your tree is trying to hide under an enormous white storage bag.)

(Wait. Especially because of that.)

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Thus Stephanie Theory #462, mentioned above.

I’ve decided I’M not a rotten egg. Maybe YOU are.

On that note, here’s a poll to see if Sherri and Katdish and I have any other cool friends.

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Now, I’m off to take some decorations down.

No, NOT because I want to win some stupid race. (I’m NOT RACING!)

But because I don’t like to see my organized husband cry.