Annnd Happy Christmas, within the last hour the entire family except mac has annoyed me. Apparently I will be bitchy elf for Christmas. They all better back the f off.

My dad and I made a last minute run to the grocer store. It was bizonkers.

I adore that story about the gay couple with the Santa letters, but WTF why are all those kids writing to Santa at their address? And what happens next year when even more kids write? Oy.

Time to go walk the (misbehaving) dog.

but WTF why are all those kids writing to Santa at their address?

I don't know how it started originally, but I expect that once they started replying the information got distributed by kid word-of-mouth on the playground.

"Listen up you little kids. You know how everybody knows Santa lives in the North Pole? Well, like every other celebrity in the world, he's also got an apartment in Chelsea. So if you really want Santa to get your letter send it to this address."

{{{{msbelle}}}}

My sister is being completely contrarian today and trying to blame it on everyone else. She now claims I offered to wrap her gifts last night, when she out and out asked me to do it. Believe me, I can now count the number of gifts I've wrapped in the dozens and wouldn't offer to do an extra one.

She also wants to go to mass tonight, in a not crowded church, when they are traditionally standing room only. And she's mad because Mother and I want to go in the morning, when there's lots of room, and hey, my SiL is making Xmas dinner, so we have nothing to do ALL DAY, because she wants to stay in her pajamas tomorrow. Grrr.

Peaceful vibes to all with family drama. I am timing my arrival to coincide with afternoon snacks and drinks. My mother is so much more chill after an old-fashioned or two.

Home from work and therapy. Now I just need to chill until I go to my sister's tomorrow.

In an almost Christmas miracle, UPS showed up about an hour ago!

I CAN HAZ CHRISTMAS. Wheeeeee.

Thanks Kat! But you really don't have to bake for me if it's a problem.

I have gotten my kitchen under control, but my bedroom is a nightmare. Still, the minimum of laundry I needed to accomplish is completed, and packing is...I don't know. I guess I can borrow clothes from my sister.

Ooh, toiletries and meds. I need to get that together. And art stuff.

I even paid bills! And found out I need to smog check my fucking car. Well, that will have to wait. They do let you pay your money anyway, so at least I won't forget and get massive late fees like last year.

And that other DMV envelope? Apparently my license expires in a week and a half. Oops. But sent off.