Just when you think Christmas is finally over, it hits. The post-holiday hangover. You know, that overwhelming sense of disorder that sets in when you wake up on the 26th and realize you have piles and piles of new, unopened stuff to sort through, put together, take apart, return, wrestle, try on, put away and just generally determine how it fits into your life. Candy. Leftovers. Thank you notes. Boxes everywhere. Gallons of lotion/fragrance/body wash you haven't used since age 11 but continue to receive every single year. Misplaced gift receipts, defective toys, and fresh family-party drama. Not being ungrateful, just noting the messy, unavoidable aftermath.
However - NO MORE CHRISTMAS MUSIC! Glory be.
Pizza bagels or pizza rolls?
I am become Death
14 years ago
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