Monday, December 9, 2013

The Christmas thing isn't working for me this year.

Not that I am being a scrooge this year, but the Christmas thing isn't working for me this year.

I am not feeling the Christmas love.

It could be being in Baltimore.  But it isn't the fault of the weather.

Yesterday a storm treked up the east coast and gave us snow, freezing rain, rain and ice.  Here as Castle Cookie, our final measurement of snow was six inches.  Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

That is more snow than we had all last year.

Then, the husband called from work to tell me that the Weather Trolls that work in his office (Husband has a job that is impacted by weather) were passing out their forecasts for the next couple days and we are on target to get another 3" to 5" tonight?

WTF!

Anyhow, what yesterday's snow did was get in the way of our Christmas Tree shopping.

Yes, we still get a live tree.  And they are EXPENSIVE.

Your's truly is over the live tree thing.  I want a prelit tree that pops out of a box, ready to go, and I want a slim tree.  A slim tree with a couple dozen ornaments.

What we get is a HUGE tree.  And it ends up being decorated with 100+ ornaments, which I, yours truely, gets to put away.

The husband loves it, so who am I to get in the way of the fun, right?  If a tree makes him happy, then it makes me happy too.

So I have bought his gifts, I just need to go to target and get some wrapping paper.

Is it just me, or does the wrapping paper from previous years depress you?

Husband did a fine job on the outside of the house - we are tres festive.

And here's the problem with a live tree this year, we are spending a few days with the inlaws, between now and Martin Luther King Day.  So that means no one will be watering it, and it'll start dropping those damn needles, which are a mother fuck to clean up.  The good side of that is that if I pick them up with Dyson, they'll clean the inside of the cannister.

My other beef is that I am approaching the tail end of my depression season, and frankly, I am tired of  their physiological BS.

And the good people of Baltimore are not helping with my anger issues that accompany the SADD.  Today I watch a young, small woman in a large SUV take up THREE parking spaces.  That takes some talent.  And balls.  And when she saw me staring at her she fires off a "What the fuck are you looking at."

So I told her that I was staring at her parking job.

"Well," says she with the elf hat on, "I'm in a hurry, there is plenty of parking for everyone and its none of your business."  Then she flips me the bird and into Target she goes.

So I think "Merry Fucking Christmas to you too" to myself.

If she's going to be a cunt, then I'm going to be a cunt to her right back.

I got every fucking Target cart I could find in the cart corals and lined them up all along that cunt's truck, three thick.

Am I proud of myself?  Not really.  But like I said, I'm not feeling the love this season.

January first can't come fast enough.



10 comments:

  1. "I got every fucking Target cart I could find in the cart corals and lined them up all along that cunt's truck, three thick."

    You may not be proud of yourself but I've never been prouder.

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    1. Sometimes I ask "what the hell is wrong with people." Then I have to remind myself that I am people as well. But yeah, I'd do it again.

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  2. I completely agree with MJ! (Should I be worried?)

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  3. The whole Target thing, is why I love you!

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    1. It wasn't pretty Drewbie. But it felt GOOD.

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  4. I just found your blog today, and I am in love with you for this!!!

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