I’m so gosh darn tired that I’m using the phrase “gosh darn tired” which sounds gosh darn stupid but I don’t gosh darn care. Darn. And. Gosh. Mix and match them. It’s fun.
Anyway, I’m way too tired to even think about posting anything thoughtful or useful, which, in truth, isn’t much different from usual, but let’s all pretend that’s not the case just to be nice.
I’ve been doing some Christmas shopping, and decorating and card writing and wrapping presents and baking. Unfortunately, I haven’t put even the slightest dent in the “Endless List of Holiday Shit I Gotta Do.”
Even as I type this, I’m feeling guilty for spending two minutes doing something that is not specified on the “Endless List of Holiday Shit I Gotta Do.”
Gotta go. Darn. Gosh.
I keep thinking the same thing about the Christmas Newsletter I’m working on. Holy (bad word), it’s ten days until Christmas and I haven’t started the (bad word) newsletter. Then, as I worked on it, I was thinking how boring it sounds: we have cute kids, we did stuff, etc. On the other hand, I really enjoy reading other people’s.
At this rate, it’s going to be a Valentine’s Day Letter. And maybe that’s okay.
Have you been watching Happy Days or Leave It To Beaver?
oh, but this IS one of the things on that list…or it should be anyway. I know, making your list longer. I’m a gosh darn pain in your behind, ain’t i?
Ditto. Dag Nabit!
hear you, and raise you ten.
Sounds like your giddy up go done got up and went! Hang in there dad blame it ! 🙂
Gosh! Darn it! I am sitting here sneaking a few minutes away from my Christmas panic and I find I am not alone.
See, this is when it pays to be a total slacker.