Ever since Sister #4 made it clear during our Christmas argument that my attempts at maintaining a relationship with her and the Tibbles were not only unappreciated, but viewed as a negative, I’ve been putting…
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Day 158 of 200: All I Do is Win at Dirty Santa
Sometimes I have zero regrets about missing a day. Yesterday was one such day. Mostly, because I realized I’m the only one who really cares. Also, it’s okay to give myself a break and recover…
Day 153 of 200: Obviously the Best Gift Ever
Today is Sister #2’s birthday. Don’t cry for her too much about having a birthday over-shadowed by Christmas, because it is not. All of us have shitty birthdays. I’d say Sister #3’s January 3rd birthday…
Day 152 of 200: Reindeer Hat Sweatshop
Even though I have given up on cleaning, I’m holding tight to the idea that I will have thirteen totally adorable, handmade reindeer hats to adorn the heads of my family tomorrow. I don’t know…
Day 151 of 200: Dishpan Hands
I am nothing if not a bundle of quirks, opinions, and predilections. And I’m a big bundle, which means i can fit a lot of those in there. Yet, with all of that I did…
Day 149 of 200: Cotton-Headed Ninnymuggins
Egads! I’m an elf who is way behind on her gift making. In fact, I’m typing away at this with 23 minutes left in the day while Jaycie & Max clean up after our gift…
Day 138 of 200: Sully Kravitz the Smartest Dog Here
Walter is curled up on the couch next to me, he’s leaning against my left leg and I keep taking my hands off the laptop so I can pet him and tell him how much…
Day 136 of 200: Nesting
Last year during A Very St. Martin Christmas it got hella hot in here and my dingdong sisters decided to open the front door a smidge to cool this shizz down. The dingdongs did not…
Day 134 for 200: These Are People Who Died
Every year my mom comes over and does all her Christmas shopping online. She usually hates shopping, but loves this. We eat Chinese food and then I operate the computer while she points to the…
Day 128 of 200: I’m Not Ready
Forgive me if you’ve heard this one before. When you are so old you forget how old you are (my brain is convinced I’m 47) and your blog is old enough to vote in elections,…