Lets not talk about that because o.m.g. I can’t.
Here at Chez MB2 we had a fabulous Christmas, literally one of the best ever, but considering last year MY GOD, I was fucking determined that this year was going to be fucking AWESOME.
I spent Christmas Eve like this:
Vietnamese coffee in the spa while everyone else was inside. No fucks given.
And then playing Cards Against Humanity in my wet bathers and a wrap. That game is horrendous. *evil laugh*
MPS and I were awoken at arsecrack thirty by Too who broke in an open door to come for breakfast and wake us all for present time and mimosas.
Santa only came to Boo. Because he doesn’t come to adults but it seems Boo is an exception. Maybe it is cause he has his own tree.
I was SPOILT ROTTEN! With Pandora out mah wahzoo!
and a throne for Archie.
I like this adult children shit. (Guess which gifts are from MPS?)
Boo took it like a champ that his stuff from Homestar Runner didn’t come even though I ordered it fucking 6 weeks ago (STILL WAITING) and loved the shit out of his record player.
As did I.
And yelled about Santa for not getting his presents exactly right and I was all ‘well maybe you need to be more
fucking specific then and a tad grateful cause Santa doesn’t usually come to 6ft 5 man mountains omg‘
Then we wandered over to my parents where THEY did the cooking and I just sat around basking in the fact that even though I was up at arsecrack thirty, there was no stuffing stuffing up the arsecrack of a bird. SO GOOD!
I ate far too much and paid dearly but damn… I didn’t have to cook. Bliss.
Then back home for more spa-ry goodness. *sigh*
And more chilling. With NETFLIX.
In reality it wasn’t an extraordinary day, there were no fireworks nor were there any extreme gift giving.
Just everyone in my immediate family sitting around a table sharing a meal and given our lives that is a mighty fine feat.
The text I got from my parents that night pretty much sums the day up…
How was yours?