it's DUMPING snow, so much in fact that we can't even make it up to Bachelor to go skiing, which is frustrating to say the least.
see?
but more importantly, about an hour ago, a fuse blew upstairs. bfd right? wrong. this is the fuse that supplies power to our cable, internet, phone and the fridge and freezer in the garage. oh yes, the heat pump as well. so here we have a Christmas feast melting away and no heat in the house while no one can figure out how to fix the fuse.
mad bummies...
to add to the mayhem, Albertson's has shoddy wine carriers and the proof is all over the pantry floor.
everything is ok now tho! electrician fixed the fuse that in fact blew up and had to be replaced, mom's napping, dad and bro are last-minute Christmas shopping and it still won't stop snowing.
here are some festive pictures
awww
i make realllllyyy good cookies
party time
sober party time
santa's got some wrapping to do
"Where do you think you're going? Nobody's leaving. Nobody's walking out on this fun, old-fashioned family Christmas. No, no. We're all in this together. This is a full-blown, four-alarm holiday emergency here. We're gonna press on, and we're gonna have the hap, hap, happiest Christmas since Bing Crosby tap-danced with Danny fucking Kaye. And when Santa squeezes his fat white ass down that chimney tonight, he's gonna find the jolliest bunch of assholes this side of the nuthouse."
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It's inappropriate for that stocking to say Dick on it.
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