I can't give details on our Christmas Day right now, mostly because I'm a littloe bit drnuk. But tomorrow is my birthday! Like, in an hour! Happy birthday meeeeee. I will be 27. Which means I am still young and youthful, so suck it, older people. And younger people? Well, I probably make more money than you, so you can suck it too.
OKay, enough typing about me rationalizing my birthday as being not that old even though, ogh my God, I am so in my late 20s and not totally world-famous yet, which blows.
HERE ARE (wHOOPs) some Christmas-y-ish photos to fill up some space. I am going to get more wine now. Or maybe some like, extra dry sherry, because I'm FUCKING OLD.
Amy's Mom + Craftiness - Real and Actual Grandchildren = Stockings For Pets
Cat + Catnip + Wee Stocking = We could help him get his head unstuck, but we'd rather just laugh and take pictures.
Christmas Tree + Wine + Tripod = The last time I'll do this damn mathematical-type photo caption, I promise
I got a My Little Pony for Christmas. Did you? I was going to keep it in the box for display purposes, but was overcome with desire to comb its hair within five minutes.
(I got lots more than this, though. Like Coach bags! Many things Coach! And Tiffany's! Because I am loved and spoiled.)
Good God, I fucking hate you. So very, very much.
I would hate you, but I'm too stupid to grasp the concept. Instead? I will just poop on the upstairs carpet.
Ceiba: I will save you!
Max: Hey HamsterDog, I hate this hat, but I hate you more, so fuck the fuck off, mm'kay?
Christmas is hard work. And I totally cashed Max's bag of catnip. Sweeet.
(I started this post at 11 p.m. on December 26th. It is now 12:38 a.m. on December 27th. So Happy Birthday to me, and also, photo essays are hell damn time consuming. Am too old to be wasting my life like this.)