Holiday Stress...
Okay, this is a random everyyear holiday scene at my house...
my mother, aunts and female cousins (and me) stand in the kitchen for hours..we clean the house...we cook...we hold down screaming 5 year olds and help search for missplaced gameboys...we bundle up used wrapping paper..we buy gifts and make endless returns...
the men in my family however...
well they seem to think that tiny little fairys make teh holidays happen and sit on the couch talking about whiskey, sports, cars and i suspect jock itch...
if god forbid we ask them to "help" they say "dont worry" or "calm down"...
they buy us gifts were 'sure' to love...
this means that we hate but that as soon as the tree is down they take over...
we of course have to say..omg "its great i love it!"
am i the only one who hates this?
c'mon dish!
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