Winter Solstice just threw up all over my living room.
And didn't clean up her own mess.
So! We have a tree! Whee! And today, I PUT UP LIGHTS FOR WOE, I AM AWESOME.
Sorry. I'm an only child. I need applause for every little accomplishment I make.
So my dad is having his big-ass surgery Friday. I am doing my best to act Normal and Keep My Shit Together but I keep making inappropriate jokes about him dying TO MENTALLY PREPARE MYSELF. Not that I want him to kick it, and damn that would suck donkey balls if that happened, but if I can't make a joke about something and laugh at it then I don't cope at all and hey, AT LEAST I'M COPING A LITTLE WITH THE REALLY BAD JOKES.
And yes, that's exactly why I haven't started my December Daily album. If my dad kicks it, there's no way I'm going to want to be all HOLIDAY CHEER in a scrapbook right now.