"I Didn’t Get To Pee My Panties", or Greedy Santa Regrets
Sometimes the best laid plans…
Friday night, one of my favorite events of the entire year occurred – the Greedy Santa Party. Hosted every year by my friends Christyne Albury and Kim Ross, it is the holiday event. In fact, it is my only chance each year to catch up with old friends from work, and share laughter and wine and crazy gift-grabbing hysteria.
I never miss this party, because it warms my heart, soothes my soul, and makes me laugh until I pee my panties.
Except, this year, I missed the party.
There are several reasons. I was cleaning my house for a party the next day. I was dealing with a major, major meltdown of communication between children and adults. I was helping my hubby throw toys into black garbage bags to be taken away, forever.
I was pulled so tightly by family issues and obligations, that I couldn’t break free, not even for the night.
This doesn’t usually happen. I value my personal time highly, and I get away for Jenny Fun Nights at least twice a week. My personal, social, or private time is important for my continuing sanity. And, my hubby knows exactly what Greedy Santa means to me, and it isn’t even a option to miss it.
But I did.
I’m sorry I did. I understand, from the other Jenny, that it was a riotous, hilarious and fabulous party. I mean, come on, one of the most-frequently-stolen gifts was a gift card to Fairvilla Megastore! (Full disclosure – that was TOTALLY going to be my gift this year. Pinky swear. Either that or a candy-cane striped dildo.)
I know that I missed hanging out with some of my favorite people. I know that I missed all of the updates, the funny stories, and the sharing memories of Kim dancing on a table, and the year of the stripper.
I’m sorry. I missed everyone. I’ll try to make sure it never happens again.
Christyne and Kim, please keep inviting me. I promise that next year, as usual, I won’t RSVP, but I’ll be there with bells on, and maybe something candy-cane-striped in a gift bag. 
Love you guys!