F**king holidays
What the F**k is it with the Holidays, anyway? You eat a ton of food, pretend to be nice to people who share your genes (or your spouse’s) but whom you would NEVER chose for friends, spend countless hours making the house spotless and spend more than you can afford.
All because this is how we celebrate the holidays.
I opted out of that BS this year. Thanksgiving is going to be turkey and trimmings sure, but it’s at home, just us and my folks. With football and the dog. Cooking in PJs rather than a dress.
Ok, I cleaned. But that was as much for logistics as for presentation.
I don’t have to smile at the inlaws and listen to their pathetic ignorant political pronouncements. I don’t have to close my dropped jaw quickly when one of them recounts their latest mistake and the chaos it created in their life. I don’t have to watch my beloved husband try to do the same things.
More importantly, I don’t have to watch him hurt as he tries to deal with all of the bombs dropped in his lap as the conversation moves from topic to topic and event to event.
Christmas is going to require alcohol……
Sounds like a good time had by all!!! Here’s a bottle. Cheers!
Comment by Bwahahahaha Bitch — November 24, 2006 @ 1:08 am