Let's see- the shoping is done (except last minute groceries). I still have some sewing to do, but that is of no matter. I can wrap the parts instead of finishing my mom's gift.

Now I just need a lot of tranquilizers so I can handle the holidays.

My pregnant sister and her new creepy husband will be there. I will manage to remain polite. Suzi will be there (hooray!) but I can't kidnap her and give her a proper job and get her out of that house. I fear it will dampen Suzi's future, but will save my sister's second marriage.

My poor beloved will have anxiety issues. We're going to visit his mother in her "home", which is bad enough. And then probably stop by and visit his dad in the cemetary too. Plus his natural angst when coping with my parents.

Then there's the basset. He will be the comedy relief, because we'll need that. He will want couch and not get it. Kenya will be along with her special needs. I hope she doesn't pee anywhere- I'll never hear the end of it. And Sassy, with her insulin. I'm not even sure how we're all going in the truck. But I bet we'll be stopping a lot on the road, between pee breaks and smoke breaks.

Oh yes, tranquilizers would be lovely. Of course, I'll probably be PMSing the entire time too- I'm too stressed to have the thing now while it's convenient. And sleep will become optional until a week from today.

Oh I'll have a Merry Kissmoose, never you fear- because I hope to be getting my butt home Kissmoose Day and sleep in my own damn bed. And the rest of the year will be Merry and Bright.

May your holidays be better than mine.  ¶ 12:52 PM