There’s a gorgeous lil things store just 1 ½ miles from our house and they just happened to be having a 50% off sale yesterday.  Now later when I asked Mother what she found there she said that it was purty picked over.  I kinda thought that was a front, but when I woke up briefly at eight this morning:  No, no surprise gifts or anything; just more running around, working and getting everything ready for company.  Whoopty fuckin do.  We’ve been doing nothing this holiday but breaking our backs.

Last Christmas I had to do everything because Mother was incapacitated.  We did a lil gift exchange but I knew everything was getting cuz I had to wheel her around the store.  We all know what a joke my birthday was.

So… I just overheard, "Make sure ya wipe down the tv trays."

Fuck this.  I think I feel a cold coming on.  It’s bloody hot in this house because these folks are from L.A. and not used to cooler temperatures.  

I even tried my damnedest to throw my back out last night.  I’m not kidding.  I carted my Father’s weight set back and forth (not lifting with my legs mind you) throughout the house for an hour like those poor saps on the Biggest Loser.

Yep, I’m going back to bed.  It’s a shitty Christmas and for the past couple years I’ve been promised better.