Why is it that when you are a kid, Chirstmas is the most wonderful time of the year, and when you are an adult, it's the worst time of year? I'm have many things to do and plenty of time to do it; I just do not have enough ambition to do it. Doesn't it seem that when all hell breaks loose, it breaks loose this time of year? To hell with all of you that have a tree decorated. I seriously could give a rat's ass. All you bloggers that are posting photographs of your, better-than-everyone-else-look-at-mine-and-copy-my-better-than-your-idea, trees - good for you! I don't have a tree yet, and when I bet I do, the dam cat will think it's her new home and pull the fucker down. Maybe she'll chew the lights off and fry like the cat in National Lampoons X-mas vacation.
And Chirstmas music? I love Christmas music, I do -but quite frankly it scares the fucking baby. Please don't give me reason to have to hold her longer than I do.
Well I'm going to make this season yummy and bright! While you all make yummy treats and post them on the internet, I'll be eating them and getting fat - it's that time of year, and you should be getting fat. I'm going to make the rest of my family fat -ALSO. Why should I get fat alone?
Merry Christmas.
