- Driving to pick up husband's Christmas present.
- GET SPEEDING TICKET. (I must point out that my last speeding ticket was 3 cars ago.)
- Purchase present. Drive home...slowly.
- Arrive home to have husband say, "I have bad news." That's funny, sweetheart, because SO.DO.I.
- Husband informs me that our dryer...our not quite 2-year-old dryer...has gone into the light and is now on the fluff cycle in appliance heaven.
- Open bottle of vodka.
- Dad deposits Christmas money into my account.
- Write check to pay speeding ticket.
- Write check to appliance repair man for the priviledge of having his smiling face and visible butt-crack cross my thresh-hold.
- Have appliance repair man inform me that the cost to repair my dryer is more than the cost to replace my dryer.
- Write check to replace dryer.
- Have unexpected bill for medical services arrive.
- Write check to medical facility.
- Begin early planning stages of "The Great Toy Heist of 2007."
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas. Bah Humbug...with gusto.
1 comment:
This reminds me of the time my grandmother bought me underwear for Christmas. When I explained that they were too small and told her what size I wore she yelled "BUT THOSE ARE FOR FAT GIRLS!" This may or may not have been the same year my uncle and my grandfather got into a fist fight in the back yard. My point? I FEEL YOUR PAIN.
XO
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