I was going to send this whole long post on how Christmas sucked this year. It did suck. The actual day sucked, but only because I was SOOOOOOOO sick.
It would have been a really funny post because some crazy ass shit happened to me while I was drugged up on DayQuil, but I don’t even want to go there right now.
Boils down to this: My girls had one of the best Christmases in a really long time. They got gifts from us, from dad, from Shaun’s family, from my family. They got to spend Christmas WITH family they haven’t seen in a really long time.
Who cares that I was so sick I could hear every electrical pulse running through my sister’s house, or that I saw my brother in law in his tighty whities. It doesn’t matter that I was sick and couldn’t see my dad or even TASTE dinner. It certainly doesn’t matter that I was 3 times the legal limit of “Quil” you should take in a 24 hour period or that my sister, if she ever decides to invite EVERYONE WE HAVE EVER KNOWN for Christmas dinner, needs to invest in about 13 more couches.
It boils down to this: I didn’t get into ONE fist fight this year (even though Kevin was pushing it when he was picking on my Raider’s Kicker), My family is safe & last, but certainly not least,
CHRISTMAS IS OVER!