Festive as Fuck

I am not a holiday hoorah kind of person. In fact, hating December has always come easy for me. I’m a natural at it, you could say. However, once I left Texas I no longer really had a good reason for hating all things “Christmas”.

Side note: I just learned something about December 25th, and I am still gobsmacked over the discovery. Well, not so much as a discovery as Gregg-with-2-g’s divulging some “well known” information on how Christmas became Christmas. That’s for another post that I will probably never write. lol. But I blame a group of people for putting us all thru an annual torture, also known as “Christmas”.

Anyway, on to the reason for this post.

My BFF, you know her as Kristine, loves her some holiday, and has all kinds of christmassy spirit and shit. Last year when I didn’t decorate the tree, she made me promise that I’d try not to hate the holidays this year. Gah.

So, in August, she’s already talking about Christmas and I’m over here hating all things December. She reminded me that I was going to try not to hate it this year. I blame her. Ha!

MtnMan who is a forever grinch, is grumbling at the festiveness that is our living room. The tree. It is lit the fuck up with holiday magic, and stuff. Lights, they’re called lights. I hung a few ornaments and called it good. Twenty minutes and done!

I will admit that as I was hanging the last ornament, I was regretting my decision to go all out because now I have to take it all down, which will happen on December 25th. Probably after breakfast.

I also have red nails with Rudolph. He’s a cool dude. I like him. It’s santa that I’m not too keen on.

Check it – this is what festive as fuck looks like, yo!