I broke down in tears yesterday when I received the mail. What arrived in my mailbox to make me cry like a little baby? A catalog. To be specific, it was a Hickory Farms catalog.
Why did a Hickory Farms catalog make me cry? Was it because I'm back on Weight Watchers, but those fatty summer sausages and cheese logs are so darned delicious? Was it because I love their candy baskets? No, it was because I sent Hickory Farms offerings to my brother for Christmas for the last several years.
I had been enjoying a couple of weeks without any tears, so I guess that I was due to have a crying jag. I stared at that stupid catalog, bitter tears streaming down my cheeks, and longed to make a purchase that I thought he'd like. I'm afraid that the holiday season will be terribly difficult this year and it just hit me that I'll never make a purchase for my brother ever again.