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|And if you're not a fan of Knot So Subtle, please PLEASE|
check it out. By women, for everyone.
Now I'm listening to Elvis' first Christmas album and tapping away on my laptop.
Life is pretty freaking good.
I have to work tomorrow, Christmas Eve. In theory, only until noon. But really, until FedEx shows up with several of PDaughter's presents, which I ordered from Amazon, never dreaming it would take 11 days for them to be delivered. FedEx says they'll be delivered by 8:00 p.m., which fills me with trepidation. On the other hand, I'm so goddamned busy at work that I could very well work until 8:00 p.m. and still be behind schedule. Did I mention the part about my boss blowing off my performance review so that I get not a penny of increased salary in 2015?
|Abe says, "No pennies for you.|
Anyway, none of that matters. Because tomorrow is Christmas Eve. PDaughter and I will listen to seasonal music, or watch a Christmas-themed movie, or something. I will cherish every moment with her, because Christmas afternoon, she leaves to spend the rest of the holiday with her father. That's fine.
|Shown here: Fine.|
But I think PDaughter bought me some clothes. Oh, and Drummer Boy gave me something...wrapped in Hanukah paper. That's how he rolls. It's under the tree until Christmas
I wish you all a Merry Christmas, whether you're Christian, atheist, or some fucking pagan religion. Because I love you all.
Let me know what you do to pass the holiday. I'll let you know the same.