Where me fookin gifts?
I want those things
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Where me fookin gifts?
I want those things
Happy Festivus! Some unadorned strength to weight ratio to brighten your holiday spirit.
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The pole usually goes somewhere central, but I didn't want to mount the clock in a new spot. Apparently we've been negligent in not bagging it up in past years, for which I expect a grievance. Maybe for the bag pattern, too. And I'm already aggrieved about it.
Ullr! My son tells me your snow making stinks! You couldn't lay down a blanket if you had a hot date with a babe.
I lost my train of thought.
Happy Festivus! May your miracles be ironic, your strength adequate, your clocks forgotten, and your grievances petty.
We were tidying my Moms apartment last week and putting up her X-Mas tree as a surprise before my Mom came home after 3 weeks in a rehab center. My wife found a list of petty grievances my mom wrote about my wife on the kitchen counter. Hilarity did not ensue afterwards.
If your mom wrote down the grievances as a way to vent instead of sharing them with your wife, I'd call that a win.
Writing down our grievances instead of airing them to the person you're complaining about sounds like something I should try. Actually, we have a thread for that, actually a whole forum, don't we.
No she isn't so these grievances will have to be settled next X-mas. Thats a long time of unsettledness.
I do not feel this a win in any remote, hopeful kind of way. And the wife pocketed the list and won't tell me what she is going to do with it.
Have you thought about live streaming your xmas dinner?
Well now that they got rid of break dancing maybe there's a spot for it. It would certainly get better ratings than break dancing did.