Merry, merry. Why you buggin'?

So, I have wrapped my last present, I am ready to pack up the car.  Tomorrow morning, Lola and I will head to my parents'.  By way of Dalton. Carpet capital of the World.  I know, I hate to brag.

I feel like I'm coming down with a cold, so as soon as I get one last load of laundry into the dryer, I'm downing a Airborne, taking a sleeping pill and crashing.

And then, it's Christmas.

This hasn't been the tidiest, best, most festive season ever.  But I made it through a crazy year. And I have presents, I have clean clothes, and hopefully in the morning, I'll be in the perfect spirit for the festivities.

And if not, that's why there's champagne.

Or NyQuil.

Hell, it's Christmas - why not both?

Happiest of holidays to you and yours.

ae




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