I’ve never been so happy for it to be December the 26th. No that’s not a typo and yes you are on Dustin’s blog.
The photo I posted below was one of 2 photos I took on Christmas. The other was of Princess. I normally take photos of everything . . . . I took none this year. The only reason I posted that was because I knew if I didn’t, people would think something horrible happened to me, like someone broke into my house and killed me in my sleep.
In a way something horrible did. John and other friends have been so cranky and crabby this whole week they finally killed the most wonderful time of the year for me. Not only did they kill it, they gutted it with a rusty shank, kicked it’s dead body then violated it in ways we shall not discuss . . . . .
I’m not only glad it’s December 26th, I wish it was January 2nd so we could just get New Years over with and the whole Christmas Season was officially done with.
As clearly evident, I normally love to decorate everywhere. Even my room at home in Virginia gets it’s own small tree and a million and one nativities. Baby Jesus’ afterbirth hadn’t even dried up before I packed up every bit of Christmas from my room in Virginia. That’s how badly everyone killed Christmas for me.
Next year, in lieu of a cruise, I’ll book a room in the Poconos for me and the dogs. In lieu of gifts, people can just donate to the ASPA. That way maybe I won’t have to see that depressing Sarah McLachlan commercial on my TV every 10 minutes next year! I mean between that, the St. Jude’s commercial and everyone’s crabby mood rubbing off on me . . . . .
WORST CHRISTMAS EVER!
