BAD MORNING = late start = later post. We hate that. Let’s blame it on the insanity of the holidays, shall we? We shall. Honestly, our lives are in quite the tizzy right now.We have Christmas e-mails coming out the wazoo, enough catalogues to build a house, and boxes and boxes of decorations just begging to be put up. Christmas is all around us and we SO aren’t ready.
WHAT to do? Well, we’re going to answer our e-mails (and we apologize to any and all who think we should have done that weeks ago, because we meant to, we really did), we’re gonna toss out the 4 dozen copies of Pottery Barn and/or J. Crew catalogues we’ve had crammed into our mailbox over the past week and a half, and we’re gonna see if we can’t hire someone to come over and string up a few lights, before we string up ourselves. Kidding, we’ll put up our own damn lights, thank you, and then we’ll string up ourselves.
IN light of all these annoyances, we find our sense of humor waning fast, and we can think of nothing better to lift them than a healthy dose of humor. The following song had us smiling long enough to answer the phone and actually be nice to the latest telemarketer who managed to slip past the network of caller ID protective devices we have set up to keep such calls from ever making it through. Man, we hate when that happens. But since we’re in a good mood, we picked up the receiver, listened to the umpteenth pitch for “a fabulous coupon book for many necessary items that will save us a fortune should we ever find ourselves in need of a tire pump and/or flat grill”, said “No thank you, asshole” politely, and got on with our lives.
Thank you SOUTH PARK. We needed to immerse ourselves in the true spirit of the holidays, and this song absolutely fit the bill. LANGUAGE ALERT: Lots and lots of colorful words in this clip — so keep the youngsters at arm’s length, and the in-laws even further.
FORGIVE us. We know our own crappy mood is no excuse for subjecting you all to such blasphemy on this fine December day, we just couldn’t help ourselves. Tomorrow we’ll do our best to make it up to everyone, okay? Unless, of course, we get bombarded with another shitload of catalogues and/or phone calls, in which case, you’re screwed.
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