Visions of sugar plums

.....distilled into vodka

Sigh. But first of all: Merry Christmas. And all that crap.

I've just finished up stuffing the stockings and assembling the toys and arranging the presents and drinking the milk and making sure there are a believable amount of cookie crumbs left on the plate and that the napkin is crumpled just so. A regular friggin' santy claws I am, says I. Arrgh. I'll spare you my usual crap about how much this "time of the year" annoys me to no end; I really, really do hate this time of year, but that's another story for another time.

In other news, I have been scheduled for an intervention. I'm torn between being pissed off about it and enjoying the humor in knowing that it's coming. I imagine that most people who get "intervened" never see it coming, that's the beauty of the practice: catch them completely off-guard and hammer them when they're down. I'll let you know how it goes.

But seriously, Merry Christmas.

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