The Hap, Hap, Happiest Christmas...
So, yeah, our house is just about par with a Griswold family Christmas. Last weekend, Dad was outside putting up lights (with lots of cursing and swearing, of course), Mom was putting up decorations in every possible place she could, and I was escaping as much as I could from the house. I'm not saying I'm a Scrooge...quite the contrary. I LOVE Christmas, but with those two in the house together, it's disaster. Now, starting this weekend, we will be having get togethers with family and friends. Some I'd like to see, others can keep heading east on I-94, if you ask me. Ah, the joys of the season! In the immortal words of Clark Griswold, we're gonna have the hap, hap, happiest Christmas since Bing Crosby tapped-danced with Danny F*ckin' Kaye! And when Santa squeezes his fat, wide ass down the chimney Christmas Eve, he'll find the jolliest bunch of assholes this side of the nuthouse!