Do not poke the crabby person

Just call me Ebenezer. I am so not in the holiday spirit. Our Christmas tree is still sitting in a box on the kitchen floor. I managed to mail two packages, out of the five or six I really should have sent. I started sending out cards but am only about a third of the way through the list. Oh, and don't even get me started about the stupid holiday photo cards. I should have just done my usual "hoilday = late January" instead of trying to get them done before Christmas. Thank goodness Joss is so hot! And I still haven't finished shopping. Wait, I think maybe I've finished shopping, I'm just not done with my list.

For real, do my kids need presents? Don't they already have enough video games (not that I'd buy them video games, mean old mom that I am) and fucking trading cards? I could literally wallpaper my entire house in those damn things. Drama queen, I know, although that's an interesting math question...bet I could.

Work is making me insane today. Insaner. Our computer systems are so slow, I think the gerbil died. Someone stole my sugar, so I'm drinking tea with soymilk and no sweeties. I've been eyeballing the candy canes on my coworkers desk, thinking that black peppermint tea might not be bad. I don't think she stole my sugar though, so I probably shouldn't steal her candy canes. What else? Today is Eid, so both of our Somali workers are gone today and tomorrow. Short staffed, not that it's anything new around here.

Listening to Nikki Sixx right now. He has the sexiest voice, I hadn't really remembered that about him. Although, come on. Everything about Nikki is sexy. The cute boy I kissed on my cruise met Nikki like a month ago. Had a photo of him on his phone and everything. "OMG! You touched Nikki?" I'm so easy.

Wait, this is a crabby blog. No more Nikki or cute boy talk. I need to book my trip to Europe...wait...even with all the work involved I can't complain about getting to go to Europe. Okay, the computers moving again. Guess I'm out of things to bitch about. For now.