My general feelings toward this fat, jolly bastard are accurately represented by this photograph.
We’ve done zero shopping. ZERO.
The tree isn’t completely decorated, blah blah - you get the picture.
It’ll all work out - It always does.
The money will drop from the sky, the ideas will sprout, fun will happen.
Right? I’m sure, with a little more Whiskey/Eggnog treats, Santa and I will soon see eye-to-eye.
I’ve got the damn sniffles.
I’m sneezy with the itchy eyes and the stuffy nose.
Suck.
Supposed to go to Austin this weekend and I don’t know if we’ll be able to.
Going to try, because I’d really-really like to go and have some fun.
Tomorrow night is R’s swanky Manager Party for the swanky suits and skirts.
Zane is about to be off for 2 weeks.
I can’t wait until I get some time off (soon!); so then I can get stuff done and feel less stressed.
Maybe I’ll even bake some COOKIES or some GINGERBREAD MEN or something.
Just maybe.