I have to start this with I hate the holidays. I get sick to death of hearing about how it's all about the children, and people at work saying that because they have children they should get ALLL THE HOLIDAYS off work because I need to spend it with my family. Oh, yes, jut because I haven't squeezed someone out of my vagina means I don't have any family I want to see or spend time with. I can't stand the self righteous, whiny voiced, pleading for others to give up their holiday and time with their loved ones just because Whiny McWhinerpants thinks the world revolves around them.
I really, really resisted putting up a Christmas tree this year, but my husband really, really wanted one. Thus, we have a little tree with cheery red and gold decorations.We are also apparently buying and wrapping gifts for our dachshunds, which should prove interesting at the very least.
