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Santa Can Sod Off
I've stood in line for 45 minutes to see Santa for approximately 15 seconds. My feet are still fucking cold and I am cranky. Rockland's Stroll is way busier than it was when I performed there, oh, five years ago. And by busier, I mean more annoying. It's approximately 30 degrees outside. I couldn't even drink my hot apple cider hot. It cooled too quickly. <insert eye roll here>
I vacuumed half the floor today so I could wrap the first installment of presents. Actually, come to think, I have a couple more for Elliott to wrap now that he's not here. We're going to clean more.
Also-- we are having a holiday party, pending cleaned apartment. If you want to come and I don't have your email address, email me and I'll add you to our eVite.
Off to wrap. Yay, wrapping.
I vacuumed half the floor today so I could wrap the first installment of presents. Actually, come to think, I have a couple more for Elliott to wrap now that he's not here. We're going to clean more.
Also-- we are having a holiday party, pending cleaned apartment. If you want to come and I don't have your email address, email me and I'll add you to our eVite.
Off to wrap. Yay, wrapping.