“You can cut the tension around here with a knife,” grouched an unhappy
family participant five minutes ago.
I rolled my eyes, despising understatement. “Please. A 24-in Husqvarna
Chainsaw couldn’t touch the stress in this sweat box.” Neither my opinion nor
my presence is appreciated right now.
And that’s how my Christmas week begins.
Hope yours does NOT include any instruments of death, mayhem or
dismemberment.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe, the Desperate to be Jolly
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