It looks like Father Christmas puked all over my living room right now. I just can't seem to make myself do anything about it either. I mean it is getting there, but I just am not in the mood. I started this mess at 1 pm yesterday. Silly. Of course I slept in between. I know a good Martha would not sleep until the deco was complete, but Martha can either get her butt over here and finish it or she can kiss it my ample backside. I am at least down to getting all the empty boxes back to the storage area...read the garage. I really don't like Christmas, more than usual this year. I keep hoping for a good Christmas, maybe next year.
Standing in the middle of life with my plans behind me.
Love,
Cow Punk
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4 years ago
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Martha's shaking her finger at you Missy. Martha also didn't get a call this weekend and misses your backside, speaking of them.
Why is my word verification forgant? Who the hell uses that word? Is that a word? Maybe I'll make it mean something and start saying it. Yeah, Martha likes that idea. I'll say it with a Swedish accent.
I like Swedish accents almost as much as I like norwegian accents.
Ahh and I miss you too.
Miss Cow Punk! Hay! Let's be merry. I think that all of the media screws us up. Everyone on commercials seem to be having a fine time. Maybe it's just us. I've noticed that there aren't that many decorations around the hood. Know what I think? I think that Martha eats those glass twinkly Christmas lights? It's just a theory.
Love
xoxo
Liz Jones aka Jonesin for some Cheer.
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