MUST. KILL. EVERYONE!

So earlier this evening, Chris calls me at work and tells me that we have a problem. And the problem is that my sister called our house and asked what I wanted for Christmas. Now. Let's list why this is a problem.

1. My mother gave my sister my home phone number even though she knows I don't want her having it.
2. My sister and her boyfriend will be at the Chrismukah celebration on Sunday.
3. OMG I HAVE TO GET THEM GIFTS!!!

I told Cheryl that she had to come with me to go get gifts. Leah is getting BPAL so she was easily taken care of but there was the boyfriend and the boyfriend's daughter that had to be taken care of. I called Mom and she and Dad had already snagged the easy to get gifts of a Home Depot gift card and a WaWa gift card for the boyfriend. So Chris and I ended up with the Wal-Mart gift card.

Which meant I had to go to Wal-Mart after work on the eve of Christmas Eve.

I will never, ever do this again. Let's list the reasons why:

1. There's NOTHING left!!
2. It's all CRAP!!
3. There's nothing LEFT!!
4. I got separated from Cheryl and didn't have my cell so I was forced to wander through Wal-Mart looking at all the scary, scary people from South Jersey.
4a. I have too many teeth to be from South Jersey.
5. My gift card wouldn't scan and I had to get a gift card that a boy really wouldn't want, but bah! He's getting it. He's a jerk anyway!
6. THERE'S nothing left!!
7. There's not even a good selection of PLAY-DOH left!
8. There was a woman wearing pink and green camo pants, a camo undershirt, a pink half-shirt, a ratty coat that looked like a drowned bear or something, and ugly, ugly boots. It was SCARY!
9. IT WAS WAL-MART ON CHRISTMAS EVE EVE!
10. I spent money on people I don't like AT ALL.


But in the end, it was all fine. I found Cheryl. We smoked two cigarettes to calm ourselves down, congratulated ourselves on not being like those people, and went home. Now I have a nice pint glass of vodka and white cranberry juice, Futurama on my TV, a container of deliiiicious cookies from mickeym, and I never, ever have to go to Wal-Mart on Christmas Eve Eve again.

MUST. KILL. EVERYONE!

So earlier this evening, Chris calls me at work and tells me that we have a problem. And the problem is that my sister called our house and asked what I wanted for Christmas. Now. Let's list why this is a problem.

1. My mother gave my sister my home phone number even though she knows I don't want her having it.
2. My sister and her boyfriend will be at the Chrismukah celebration on Sunday.
3. OMG I HAVE TO GET THEM GIFTS!!!

I told Cheryl that she had to come with me to go get gifts. Leah is getting BPAL so she was easily taken care of but there was the boyfriend and the boyfriend's daughter that had to be taken care of. I called Mom and she and Dad had already snagged the easy to get gifts of a Home Depot gift card and a WaWa gift card for the boyfriend. So Chris and I ended up with the Wal-Mart gift card.

Which meant I had to go to Wal-Mart after work on the eve of Christmas Eve.

I will never, ever do this again. Let's list the reasons why:

1. There's NOTHING left!!
2. It's all CRAP!!
3. There's nothing LEFT!!
4. I got separated from Cheryl and didn't have my cell so I was forced to wander through Wal-Mart looking at all the scary, scary people from South Jersey.
4a. I have too many teeth to be from South Jersey.
5. My gift card wouldn't scan and I had to get a gift card that a boy really wouldn't want, but bah! He's getting it. He's a jerk anyway!
6. THERE'S nothing left!!
7. There's not even a good selection of PLAY-DOH left!
8. There was a woman wearing pink and green camo pants, a camo undershirt, a pink half-shirt, a ratty coat that looked like a drowned bear or something, and ugly, ugly boots. It was SCARY!
9. IT WAS WAL-MART ON CHRISTMAS EVE EVE!
10. I spent money on people I don't like AT ALL.


But in the end, it was all fine. I found Cheryl. We smoked two cigarettes to calm ourselves down, congratulated ourselves on not being like those people, and went home. Now I have a nice pint glass of vodka and white cranberry juice, Futurama on my TV, a container of deliiiicious cookies from mickeym, and I never, ever have to go to Wal-Mart on Christmas Eve Eve again.