I'm ready for Christmas to be over. OVER. Not just the day after over, but day come and gone, traveled to family and back, unpacked, laundry done, gifts put away, thank you notes written and sent, decorations stored, and bills paid off OVER. I long for the desolation and lack of decoration of January. I'll get to Mardis Gras later. I'll post on how much I love Mardis Gras later. For now, suffice it to say that I want Christmas over. I don't feel it this year. I could give a fook this year. That's a problem. I think I need to talk to a priest about it and see what I need to do. I will refrain from saying fook when I talk to him. Or at least I'll try...
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