Merry and Blessed

What I Removed From My Christmas List

Feather tattoos on my forearms. I've been mesmerized by them since I saw the Foo Fighters in concert. But I've come to the realization, I am a middle aged woman. I neither play the guitar or rock a mic. Damn it, if only...


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Christmas Interrupted

Mister calls me at work to inform me that the Christmas tree feel over, there were causalties, but on the bright side I'll get to re-decorate the tree.

I failed to see the bright side. I am not sure if he knocked it over trying to water it or plugging it in but I could tell the way he dodged my "how'd that happen questions" that the animals weren't the guilty party.

(pretend you don't see the cord hanging off the mantle)