yes, 38 christmases.
and this is the first year
i got NOTHING
in my stocking.
not even coal.
i thought i would be okay with it,
but as it turns out,
i'm so not.
sigh.
bonus confession -
when i was visiting my in-laws, i "slept in" one morning.
i wasn't really asleep, but i stayed in bed anyway, just because.
it was awesome.
what's your sunday confession?
the confessional is open.
2 comments:
actually i was hoping for a few lumps of coal. dad b.
you need a new stocking. this year's was broken. p.s. can i please have "santa's" direct cell number? i have a few words.
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