Oh and my Christmas Eve hell just keeps getting better and better.
The kids and I are going to my oldest daughters for Christmas Eve. She insisted on having it, gonna make a ham and turkey and blah blah blah. Now it is down to ham sandwiches, from a ham that her inlaws are bringing. I'm bringing two BakerSquare pies, and her husband is making Brushetta. What is she doing? Besides whining? I have no idea, but I guess we will find out.
Now, MY inlaws are coming too. My husbands brother and sister. Oh Joy, oh happy day, I get to sit in the same room with these two for several hours. I may have to do something drastic, tarot anyone? That would make her inlaws run for the holy water I'm sure.
My middle daughter already has announced that she will be being a huge bitch, so not to be surprised. Oh, my spirit guides better be getting plenty of rest these few days left, because I will certainty be expecting them to run interferences.
Oh, they have announced...My daughter and son in law, not the spirit guides, that there will be games. HOLY SHIT! We are not a game playing kind of family. I blame this on the church going in laws.
Can I bring gay porn? How about a short story I've written about Christmas and the love of two men?
...Maybe there is some of that pizza left, if I hurry I might be to green to go and eat ham sandwiches and play games. Hmmm, green pizza and ham? I'll pass on the eggs, unless I can perhaps throw them at someone's head.
No, No I will not throw eggs at peoples heads.
No, I will not stay home and puke in my bed.
I will go, park and walk two miles.
I will go, and be fake, and have a big smile.
All the while thinking of bringing Christmas cheer.
A big big Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.