Anyways, I swear these posts never go how I plan. Well I don't ever plan them, my mind is an open web browser and I have 50 million tabs open, ohhh look sephora has a sell going on! hahaha yeah right, when does sephora ever give great deals. I want a 20$ lipstick for 2.99 please! Well there I go again. Ok, back to me having a BF (bitch fit). I hate the holiday's. It's supposed to filled with job and love and hot cocoa. Blah Blah Blah. Howcome my holiday's are filled with deciding who's house we go to and how long we have to be there, trying to drag my husband away from the football games, dealing with a screaming child because she hasn't gotten her nap yet. IT NEVER ENDS!!!! Can't pizza hut just make a turkey, gravy, stuffing in the crust pizza so I don't have to go anywhere? I don't think this is to much to ask for. And who say's the woman have to make the decision in all this bullshit, I want to relax and not give a shit too. Hey Honey how about you decide when we leave and where we go and who we tell to F off! Let me soak up the football game I know nothing about and build my waistline with endless wings and beer.
Then I make all the plans, coordinate and think I have everything down, when my husband comes to me bitching about who I left out! I only left them out because YOU told me too. Geez, he forgets everything! If I forgot as much as he did, we would be homeless, wandering the streets wondering what day it is. How nice it would be to be a man, can I get an AMEN ladies!
Well I hope your holiday's are less stressful than mine, if they are the same well lets all pray we don't stab someone with a fork at the dinner table this year.
