Well the dreaded Christmas Day has came and went. I can honestly say I am glad. I was not into it whatsoever cuz I am a grinch who will more then likely spend my eternity in a very Christmas like state with garland, egg nog and misltoe type of hell.
I will give u a run down of the shit I got...Not that u care, but something funny/horrid happened. This kinda shit only happens to me.
See Mr Shaky and I agreed to not by eachother anything, cuz we don't need anything, I would rather buy lots of stuff for my horrid wretched spawns.
But me, going against all rules bought him something anyway. Cuz I am a rulebreaker that way..
I got him XM radio. I got him that cause I like that kinda shit...I mean he likes that kind shit.
Well the night before Christmas I went on a mad hunt for Pat. I knew he/she had to be somewhere. And on the holiest of days the greatest miracle took place. A light shown from above, and it lead me right to Pat..There she/he was..The battery was dead, but she/he was no worse for the wear.
Well, Mr shaky had bought me a new Ipod, cuz, well, like he says "I cant take care of crap so he bought me a new one...
So I wrecked my own damn Christmas. I gave him the Ipod he purchased for myself. So he got two cool gifts. Me, well, I guess I am kicking my own ass for ONE losing my Ipod and TWO finding it.
but I did get new weight bench, a leather jacket, perfume, and some gift cards to my best stores I like.
but I am still stewing over the damn Ipod mishap.
This was the tree Christmas Eve, just after that jolly ole man landed his fat ass in my yard..
Man, that is one sorry ass looking tree...The blue gifts are Blondies, the white and red are Boos, and the green there in the back are Butchs...As u can see, it is not an even disbursement..Never is..
here are my hooligans..
Yes Blondie is wearing boys jammies and boo is shirt-less..What are u gonna do about it?
Here is Blondie, her and I made cookies for Santa...
Here is the final product. She decorated most of them...She is pretty good..
Boo got a case of dress up clothes from Santa, this is her trying some of them on..
I cant tell if she looks like a street walker or a gypsy...U decide.
Here is that God forsaked doll I spent the farm on....I hate this doll. Blondie is way to over involved with this thing..She wont let us talk while she is napping..And she now is potty training her so she don't have to spend money on buying more diapers..Baby is not even a day old and cant shit in its own diaper anymore. I am hoping this is good birth control for her..She is already not wanting to spend money on diapers. This is a good sign I think.
This is Boo...She tried staying up for Santa, but crashed early...And was up repeatedly in the night..Once cuz she wet her bed..Wanna know why? Because I wanted to shut her up and let her drink before she went to bed..Cause I am a good mom that way..
And this is Mr Shaky...He was modeling Boo's earrings from her dress up set..
And this was before we broke out the Jesus Juice people...See this is what I live with..On.a.daily.basis.
By the days end Butch had stated this was the worst Christmas ever. Then Blonide wrote a book and it said
" Blondies book"
" I got a baby alive for Christmas"
"and this was the worst Christmas ever"
I asked her why it was the worst Christmas.
her response is nothing more then a typical brat who needs to be sent to the gas chamber.
"well, I only got a few toys, and those tinker toys I wanted are kind of stupid and boring."
Yup, she opens 20 gifts, all toys, and books and some clothes, yet her Christmas was shitty.
My job here is done. It is officially a Bossy Christmas, when ya get all the kids crying and threaten to bust all their crap cause they keep complaining..
Ho Ho Ho..