No offense to anyone here, but *expletive deleted*ck Christmas.
I might have agreed with Mike earlier in the day. I've mellowed a bit since I'm loopy tired and I have a fancy pink pig piggy bank with (fake) jewels on it and other assorted loot.
I really wasn't in the Christmas spirit after getting up at 6:30 and going to work. You know it's bad when your boss, who has lupus and a torn muscle in her back, that you look worse than she usually does and she's drugged. Pain, lot's of pain.
And then, it's Sunday, which despite Christmas means it's trash day tomorrow and I clean the house on Sunday. So, more pain, scrubbing and sweeping and vacuuming and cat boxes and all that fun.
We were a good 45 minutes late for the family get together, but I had fun anyway.
And I got a pig. I like my pig.