im already annoyed and so over christmas and it’s not even christmas.
i got some nice boots and other things i forget already.
gifts aren’t the important part anyway.
it’s the insults and being around one another and eating festive pizza from little caesar’s and doing laundry and the cat going mental over catnip sockmice and the christmas cards falling into the gas fireplace off of the mantel and then trying to learn how to play backgammon again.
oh and making a popsicle stick ballerina that is suppose to be a puppet.
and then tomorrow you do it again at the place where there are other people that you are related to.
aimee come back we miss you.
happy holidays everybody.
