I am only a few short hours from being off work for 10 whole glorious days! Halla-fucking-luya!!!! There will be wine and food and presents and long stretches of time wearing flannel and fuzzy socks. There will be lounging. There may or may not be showering. There will be dogs running through snowy fields and cold noses and sitting in front of the fireplace. I am shutting down this bad boy until at least Dec 26th at which time my slightly hungover and turkey bloated body will regal you with a whole bunch of boring stories about…. well, probably about nothing. Unless Santa’s sleigh crashes in my backyard and we bring him inside and get him all pissed up and he throws up in the hallway and tries to hump one of the dogs. If that does happen I think we can all rest assured that Steve & I will be getting a villa in some charming European hillside for Christmas next year.
C’mon Santa. Crash that motherfucker.
ps- My receptionist Karen has a rather charming nativity scene on her desk. Is it wrong that I drew a mustache, sideburns and a penis on the baby jesus? I just figured that he must be sick of always being a baby- he wants to be A MAN!!!!
Of course, now the the whole “swaddled naked in a manger” thing is creepy as fuck.
Happy Christmas all and to all a good bottle of wine.
